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THOMAS B. SMITH, BINDER, E,0. JENKia 

82 A 84 Beekman Street. 82 & 84 I'.ockmau St. 



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CONTENTS, 



Page 



HOW WE LEARN, 


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THIS PRESENT EVIL WORLD, 


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3 


BE TRUE, . . . . 








6 


HOW LONG, 








7 


OUR MINGLED LIFE, 








9 


ALL IS WELL, 








16 


BE STILL, 








18 


LET US DRAW NEAR, 








20 


WHO ARE THESE, AND WHENCE C 


AME THEY 


? . 




22 


THE NEW JERUSALEM, 








25 


THE INCORRUPTIBLE, 








27 


THE MARRIAGE OF THE LAMB IS 


COME, 






30 


THE LOST SOUL, 








33 


THE BLESSING-CHAIN, 








37 


PRAISE, .... 








39 


PRAISE TO CHRIST, 








41 


THE CROSS AND THE CROWN, 








43 


THE END OF THE DAY, 








45 


CONFESSION, 








47 


CHRIST IS ALL, 








49 


THE LOVE OF GOD, 








52 


THE TRUE BREAD, 








55 


THE FIRST AND THE LAST, 








57 


HIS OWN RECEIVED HIM NOT, 








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IN HIM WE LIVE, 








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JESU, STILL THE STORM, 








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THE LOVE THAT PASSETH KNOW! 


.EDGE, 






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CONTENTS. 



TIIEE, ONLY THEE, 

HE IS KISEN, 

IJEDEEM THE TIME, . 

MUSINGS AND COUNSELS, 

THE GOOD FIGHT, 

TIME AND ETERNITY, 

A CHILD OF DAY, 

SUNSET BY THE SEA, 

LORD, COME A^yAY, . 

HE IS COMING, , 

THE JUDGMENT, 

HEAVEN AT LAST, 

THE GRAVES OF OCEAN, 

A CRY FROM THE DEPTHS, 

HAVE FAITH IN TRUTH, 

LIFE AND I, 

BRIGHT FEET OF MAY, 

VOX MATUTINA, 

HEAR MY CRY, 

HOMEWARD, 

I GO TO LIFE, . 

THE BATTLE-SONG OF THE CHU 

PASS OVER TO THY REST, 

HE LIVETH LONG WHO LIVETH 

THE SELF-CHALLENGE, 

THE CHRIST OF GOD, 

FOR LACK OF LOVE, 

THE SIN AND THE SINBEARER, 

IS THIS ALL, 

THE GREAT MESSAGE, 

THE BETTER WILL, 

HYMN OF THE LAST DAYS, 

CREATION IN EARNEST, 



ei)NTi:NTs. 

THE TliltEIi: Vv'EKrEKS, 

]IE DIED, AND LIVES, 

THE ANCHOR WITHIN THE VEIL 

HE WEPT OVEll IT, 

BEGIN WITH GOD, 

WHY WALK IN DARKNESS? 

THE VOICE OF THE BELOVED, 

THE NEW SONG, 

BLESS THE LORC, 

THE CRY OF THE WEARY, 

NOT WHAT THESE HANDS HAVE 

GOLD A"^rD THE HEART, 

SANCTA THERESA, 

LORD, THOU ART MINE, 

SMOOTH EVERY WAVE, 

LET US GO FORTH, 

THOU BELIEVEST? WHAT THEN? 

ECCE HOMO ! 

THE sinner's BURIAL, 

THE LORD NEEDETH THEE, 

BECKON US UPWARD, 

COME, MIGHTY SPIRIT, 

IT IS FINISHED, 

SOURCE OF ALL LOVE AND POWER 

TO THE COMFORTER, 

THE LOVE OF GOD, 

ABIDE WITH US, 

THE BRIDAL DAY, 

THE OLD STORY, 

WISE WEEPING, 

ARISE, SHINE, FOR THY LIGHT IS COME, 

AT LAST, . 

CREDO, NON OPINOR, 

UP, MY SOUL, 'tis DAY, 



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CONTENTS. 



LUCY, 

ON THE THKESHOLD, 
THE master's touch, 
SUNSET AND SUNltlSE, 
SUMMER OF THE SILENT HEART, 

USE ME ! 

THE TWO PROPHETS, 



S^ranslalions aitb Imitations. 



SABBATH HYMN, 

OUR EVENING HYMN, 

BATTLE-SONG AGAINST SATAN, . 

THE DAY OF THE LORD, 

DE MORTE, .... 

THE AFTER-SUPPER HYMN, 

HYMN OF NIGHT, 

NIGHT HYMN BEFORE THE SABBATH, 

PENTECOSTAL HYMN, 

HYMN TO CHRIST, 



pemorxes of fl^c (iBast. 

MOUNT HOR, 

A DESERT MIDNIGHT, 

MAEAH AND ELIM, 

THE MOUNTAINS OF MOAB, , 

THE DESERT JOURNEY, 

THE SONGS OF THE LAND, 

JORDAN BY MOONLIGHT, 

BETHEL DREAM-LAND, 

VILLAGE OF SILOAM, 

BETHLEHEM, 

SEEK THE THINGS ABOVE, 

THE GAIN OF LOSS, 



HYMNS OF FAITH AND HOPE. 



HOW WE LEARN. 



Great truths are dearly bought. The common truth, 
Such as men give and take from day to day, 

Comes in the common walk of easy life, 
Blown by the careless wind across our way. 

Bought in the market, at the current price. 

Bred of the smile, the jest, percharce the bowl ; 

It tells no tales of daring or of worth. 
Nor pierces even the surface of a soul. 

Great truths are greatly won. Not found by chance, 
Nor wafted on the breath of summer-dream ; 

But grasped in the great struggle of the soul. 
Hard-buffeting with adverse wind and stream. 

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2 now WE LEARN. 

Not in the general mart, 'mid corn and wine ; 

Not in the merchandise of gold and gems ; 
Not in the world's gay hall of midnight mirth ; 

Not 'mid the blaze of regal diadems ; 

But in the day of conflict, fear, and grief, 

When the strong hand of God, put forth in might, 

Ploughs up the subsoil of the stagnant heart, 

And brings the imprisoned truth-seed to the light. 

Wrung from the troubled spirit, in hard hours 

Of weakness, solitude, perchance of pain, 
Truth springs, like harvest from the ^vell-plouo-hed 
field, 
^ And the soul feels it has not wept in vain. 



THIS PRESENT EVIL WORLD. 



** Vae tibi flumen moris huraani ! Quis resistit tibi 1 Quaradiu 
non siccaberis V — AUGUSTINE. 



The stream was deeper than I thought, 
When tirst I ventured near; 

I stood upon its sloping edge 
Without a rising fear. 

It woke in ripples at my feet, 
As the quick breeze swept by, 

And caught the sunlight on its face^ 
Like blossoms from the sky. 

It sung its quiet May-day song 

To its old summer-tune ; 
And the light willow-boughs above 

Shook to the glowing nGon. 



IHIS IRESENT EVIL WORLD. 

It seemed to stop ; tlien eddied on ; 

It smiled up to the day ; 
It deepened ; then spread out its waves. 

And stole in light away. 

streams of earthly love and joy, 
On whose green banks we dwell, 

Gleaming in beauty to the eye, 
Ye promise fair and well ! 

Ye charm the sunbeams from the air. 
The fragrance from the flowers, 

The blossoms from the budding tree, 
The wealth of summer hours. 

Ye bid us come and take them all 

From your enchanted blue ; 
Ye tell us but to stoop and taste 

The joy, and scent, and hue. 

Ye lure us, and we venture in, 

Cheated by sun and smiles ; 
Ve tempt us, and we brave your depths. 

Won by vour winnin,'^; wiles. 



THIS PRESENT EVIL WORLD. 

Too deep and strong for us ! — We glide 
Down your deceiving wave ; 

Like men by siren song beguiled 
On to a siren grave. 

world, with all thy smiles and loves, 
With all thy song and wine, 

What mockery of human hearts, 
What treachery is thine ! 

Thou woundest, but thou canst not heal. 
Thy words are warbled lies ; 

Thy hand contains the poisoned cup, 
And he who drinks it dies. 

world, there's fever in thy touch, 

And frenzy in thine eye ; 
To lose and shun thee is to live. 

To win thee is to die I 



BE TRUE 



Thou must be true thyself, 

If thou the truth would'st teacla 

Thy soul must overflow, if thou 
Another's soul would'st reach : 

It needs the overflow of heart 
To give the lips full speech. 



Think truly, and thy thoughts 
Shall the world's famine feed ; 

Speak truly, and each word of thine 
Shall be a fruitful seed ; 

Live truly, and thy life shall be 
A great and noble creed. 



HOW LONG? 



Mr God, it is not fretfulness 

That makes me say " how long ?" 

It is not heaviness of heart 
That hinders me in song ; 

Tis not despair of truth and right, 
Nor coward dread of wrong. 

But how can I, with such a hope 

Of glory and of home ; 
With such a joy before my eyes, 

Not wish the time were come,— - 
Of years the jubilee, of days 

The Sabbath and the sum ? 




These years, what ages they have been ! 

This life, how long it seems ! 
And how can I, in evil days, 

'Mid unknown hills and streams. 
But sigh for those of home and heart, 

And visit them in dreams ? 



now LONG ? 

Yet peace, my heart, and hush, my tongue ; 

Be cahii my troubled breast ; 
Each restless hour is hastening on 

The everlasting rest : 
Thou knowest that the time thy God 

Appoints for thee, is best. 

Let faith, not fear nor fretfulness, 

Awake the cry, " how long T 
Let no faint- heartedness of soul 

Damp thy aspiring song : 
Right comes, truth dawns, the night departs 

Of error and of wrong. 



OUR MINGLED LIFE. 

PART I. 

Bits of gladness and of sorrow, 

Strangely cross'd and interlaid ; 
Bits of cloud-belt and of rainbow, 

In deep alternate braid ; 
Bits of storm when winds are warring, 

Bits of calm when blasts are stay'd, 
Bits of silence and of uproar, 

Bits of sunlight and of shade ; 
Bits of forest-smothered hollow, 

And of open sunny glade ; 
Strij)es of garden and of moorland, 

Heath and rose together laid ; 
Serest leaf of brown October, 

April's youngest, greenest blaue. 
Bits of day-spring and of sunset, 

Of the midnight, of the noon ; 
Snow and ice of pale December, 

Living flush of crimson June. 



10 OUR MINGLED LIFE. 

Sands of Egypt, fields of Sharon, 

Kusli of Jordan, sweep of Nile ; 
Wells of Marali, shades of Elim, 

Sinai's frown, and Carmel's smile. 
Depths of valley, peaks of mountain, 

Stretch of verdure -loving plain ; 
Barren miles of ocean-shingle, 

Fertile straths of smiling grain. 
Broken shafts of Tyrian columns, 

Eolled and worn by wave and time ; 
Miles of colonnade and grandeur, 

Luxor's still majestic prime. 
Truest music, jarring discord, 

Voice of trumpet and of lute ; 
The thunder-shower's loud lashing, 

And the dew-fall soft and mute. 
Now the garland, now ^ the coffin, 

Now the wedding, now the tomb ; 
Now the festal shout of thousands, 

Now the churchyard's lonely gloom. 
Now the song above the living. 

Now the chaunt above the dead ; 
The smooth smile of infant beauty, 

Age's wan and furrowed head. 



OUR MINGLED LIFE. 11 

These are the miugled seeds, 

Some flowers, some idle weeds, 

Some crowded, some alone, 

With which man's field is sown, 

And from which sjDrings the one 

G-reat harvest of a life that can 

Be lived but once by man ! 

With these, — the threads of hope and fear, 

Of ill and good, — thou weavest here, 

dweller in this fallen clime, 

Thy portion of the web of time / 

These are the stones with which, man, 

Thou build'st, too oft without a plan, 

Life's lordly hall or lowly cot, 

The Babel or the Salem of thy lot. 

PART II. 

Days of fever and of fretting, 

Hours of kind and blessed calm ! 
Boughs of cedar and of cypress, 

Wreaths of olive and of palm. 
Noons of musing, nights of dreaming, 

Words of love, and ways of strife ; 
Tears of parting, smiles of meeting. 

Paths of smooth and rugged life. 



12 OUR MINGLED LIFE. 

Moods of sinking, when the spirit. 

Overstrained, is downward borne ; 
Moods of soaring, when our being 

Springs elastic to the morn. 
All the doing and undoing, 

And the doing o'er again ; 
All the fastening and the loosing 

Of the many-linked chain. 
Bits of brightening and of darkening, 

Bits of weariness and rest ; 
All the hoping and despairing 

Of the full or hollow breast. 
Bits of slumbering and of waking, 

Heavy tossing to and fro ; 
Shreds of living and of dying, 

Being's daily ebb and flow. 
With these is life begun and closed, 
Of these its strange Mosaic is composed 
Such are our annals upon earth. 
Our tale from very hour of birth. 

The soul's time-history ; 
Yet of such changes is made up 

The changeless mystery, 
Now hidden from our eye, 

Of man's eternity. 



OUR MINGLED LIFE. 13 

Eternity ! — 
Tiie sum of time's Lrief numbers here, 

Thyself unnumbered still ; 
The issue of all mortal change, thyself 

Unchanged, unchangeable ; 
The fruit of what we daily feel and see, 

Thyself unseen, invisible ! 
Formed out of many hues, 

Or dark or bright, 
Thyself uncolourod and unmixed, 

All dark or light. 

wondrous day ! — 
Grod's day, not man's, as heretofore ; 
Christ's hour, not Satan's, as before ; 
"When right shall all be might, 
And might shall all be right ; 
And truth, for ages sorely tried, 
By error mocked, reviled, defied, 
No longer on the losing side, 
Shall celebrate its victory. 
And wave its ancient palm on high; 
When good and ill, unmixed. 

Flow on for ever, 
Each in its distant channel fixed, 

An everlasting river I 



14 OUR MTXGLED LIFE. 

Wh e re gr i e f an d j oy , d i sj o i 1 1 c J , 

The true and false untwined, 

Each to its destin'd place, 
At tlie stern sentence, gone, 
Shall dwell alone, 

Each on its far off shore, 
And see each others face 
No more ! 

wondrous day ! 

When things that are shall pass away ; 

Earth's skies take on their evening gloom, 

And the great sunset come ; 

When, with far-echoing swell. 

Like monarch's funeral knell, 

The world's great vesper-bell, — 
Deeper than that by far, 
AVhich, 'neath St Saba's evening star, 
Sounds over Sodom's sullen sea. 
From the grey peaks of Engedi ; 
Or from red Sinai's fiery slope. 
Like wail of earth's expiring hope, 
Swings out in wild, slow-pealing strain, 
Across Er-Kahah's sandy plain,— 

Shall sound o'er earth, and tell 



OUR MINTGLED LTFH. l/> 

That the great Judge has conic, 

Long waiting at the door ; 
Come, too, the day of doom, 

So long for man in store. 



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ALL IS WELL. 

If my bark be strong, 

If my anchor sure, 
Then let billow upon billow beat; 

Am I not secure? 
On the dreariest, wildest sea, 
'What are winds to me ? 

Up between the stars 

Spreads night's tranquil blue : 
Not one ruffle, not one wrinkle there 

Blots the changeless hue. 
Storms of earth for earth are given ; 
But they reach not heaven ! 

To that heaven I go, 

To that starland bright, 
"Where the sea is ever smooth an>l fair. 

And the sky all bright ; 
Never heav}-, pale, or dull; — 
Starland beautiful ! 



ATJ. TS WELL. 



17 



Therefore am I calm ; 

Peace and love within. 
That dear light that on me gently falls, 

Casts out fear and sin. 
As my home above is, so 
Am I now below. 



18 



BE STILL. 

Be still, my soul; Jehovah loveth thee; 

Fret not nor murmur at thy weary lot ; 
Though dark and lone thy journey seems to be, 

Be sure that thou art ne'er by Him forgot. 
He ever loves; then trust Him, trust Him still, 
Let all thy care be this, the doing of His will. 

Thy hand in His, like fondest, happiest child, 
Place thou, nor draw it for a moment thence ; 

Walk thou with Him, a Father reconciled. 

Till in His own good time He call thee hence. 

Walk with Him now, so shall thy way be bright, 

And all thy soul be filled with His most glorious light. 

Fight the good fight of faith, nor turn aside 
Through fear of peril from or earth or hell ; 

Take to thee now the armour proved and tried. 
Take to thee spear and sword; — oh, wield them 
waII • 



BE STILL, 19 

So slialt thou conquer here, so win tlic day, 

So wear the crown when this hard life has pass'd away 

Take courage ! faint not, thougli the foe he strong ; 

Christ is thy strength ; he fighteth on thy side ; 
Swift he thy race ; remember, 'tis not long, 

The goal is near; the prize He will provide; 
And then from earthly toil thou restest ever; 
Thy home on the fair banks of life's eternal river ! 

He comes with His reward; 'tis just at hand; 

He comes in glory to His promised throne. 
My soul, rejoice ; ere long thy feet shall stand 

Within the city of the Blessed One, 
Th}' perils past, thy heritage secure, 
Thy f;ears all wiped away, thy joy for ever sure. 



20 



LET US DRAW IvIEAR. 

"Why stand I lingering without, 
In fear, and weariness, and doubt, 
When all is light within ? 

Thou, the new and living way, 

The trembler's Guide, the sinner's Stay, 
My High Priest, lead me in ! 

1 know the mercy-seat is there, 

On which thou sitt'st to answer prayer; 

I know the blood is shed; 
The everlasting covenant sealed, 
The everlasting grace revealed. 

And life has reached the dead ! 

Not the mere Paradise below; 

The heaven of heavens is opened now, 

And we its bliss regain. 
Guarded so long by fire and sv/ord, 
The gate stands wide, the way restored, 

The veil is rent in twain ! 



LET US DRAW XKAR. 21 

Without tlie cloud aiiu gloom appear, 
The peril and the storm are near, 

The foe is raging round ; 
Then let me boldly enter in. 
There end my danger, fear, and sin, 

And rest on hoty ground. 



22 



WHO ARE THESE, AND WHENCE CAME 
THEY? 

"Et de Hierosolymis et de Britannia sequaliter patet aula 
coelestis." — Jerome. Ep. ad Paulinum. 

Not from Jerusalem alone, 
To heaven the path ascends ; 

As near, as sure, as straight the way 
That leads to the celestial day, 
From farthest realms extends ; 
Frigid or torrid zone 

What matters how or whence we start ? 
One is the crown to all ; 

One is the hard but glorious race. 
Whatever be our starting-place ; — 
Rings round the earth the call 
That says, Arise, Depart ! 

From the halm-breathing, sun-loved isles 
Of the bright Southern Sea, 



WHO ARE THKSE, AND AVHExN'CE CAME THEY ? 23 

From the dead North's cloud-shadow'd pole, 
We gather to one ghidsome goal, — 
One common home in Thee, 
City of Sim and smiles ! 

The cold rough billow hinders none ; 
Nor helps the calm, fair main ; 

The brown rock of Norwegian gloom, 
The verdure of Tahitian bloom, 
The sands of Mizraim's plain, 
Or peaks of Lebanon. 

As from the green lands of the vine, 
So from the snow-wastes pale. 
We find the ever open road 
To the dear city of our Grod ; 
From Kussian steppe, or Burman vale. 
Or terraced Palestine. 

Not from swift Jordan's sacred stream 
Alone we mount above ; 

Indus or Danube, Thames or Khone, 
Elvers unsainted and unknown ; — 
From each the home of love 
Beckons with heavenlv a'leam. 



24 WHO AUE THESE, AND WHENCE CAME THEY? 

Not from gray Olivet alone 
We see the gates of light ; 

From Morven's heath or Jimgfrau's snow 
We welcome the descending glow 
Of pearl and chrysolite, 
And the unsetting sun. 

Not from Jerusalem alone 
The Church ascends to God ; 

Strangers of every tongue and clime, 
Pilgrims of every land and time, 
Throng the well-trodden road 
That leads up to the throne. 



25 



THE NEW JERUSALEM. 

Bathed in iin fallen sunlight, 

Itself a sun-born gem. 
Fair gleams the glorious city, 
The new Jerusalem ! 
City fairest. 
Splendour rarest, 

Let me gaze on thee I 

Calm in her queenly glory, 

She sits, all joy and light ; 
Pure in her bridal beauty, 
Her raiment festal-white ! 
Home of gladness. 
Free from sadness, 
Let me dwell in thee ! 

Shading her golden pavement 

The tree of life is seen, 
Its fruit-rich branches waving, 
Celestial evergreen. 
Tree of wonder. 
Let me under 

Thee for ever rest 1 



26 THE NEW JERUSALEM. 

Fresli from the t-lirone of Godhead, 

Bright in its crystal gleam, 
Bursts out the living fountain, 
Swells on the living stream. 
Blessed river, 
Let me ever 

Feast my eye on thee I 

Streams of true life and gladness, 
Spring of all health and peace ; 
No harps by thee hang silent. 
Nor happy voices cease. 
Tranquil river, 
Let me ever 

Sit and sing by thee I 

Biver of God, I greet thee, 
Not now afar, but near ; 
My soul to thy still waters 
Hastes in its thirstings here. 
Holy river, 
Let me ever 

Drink of only thee. 



THE INCORRUPTIBLE. 

No joy is true, save that which hath no end ; 

No life is true, save that which liveth ever ; 
No health is sound, save that which Grod doth send ; 

No love is real, save that which changeth never. 

Heaven were no heaven, if its dear light could fade ; 

If its fair glory could hereafter wane ; 
If its sweet skies could suffer stain or shade, 

Or its soft breezes waft one note of pain. 

And what would be the city of the just. 
If time could shake its battlements, or age 

Could crumble down its palaces to dust, 

Or with its towers victorious warfare wage ; 

If its pure river could sink low or cease, 

Or its rich palm-boughs shed the leaf and die ; 

If there could pass upon its loveliness 
One rlnrkeninsr tnint of time's mortality; 



28 THE INCORRUPTIBLE. 

If its high harmonics could lose their tone, 
Or one of its glad songs could silenced be ; 

If, of its voices, even the feeblest one 
Should falter in the glorious melody ; 

If one of all its stars should e'er grow faint, 

Or one of its bright lamps should e'er burn low ; 

If. through its happy air, decay's dull taint 
Should for a moment its dark poison throw ! 

But no. Its beauty is for ever vernal ; 

Its glory is the glory of its King, 
Undying, incorruptible, eternal; 

And ever new the songs its dwellers sing. 

Its wandering winds need breathe no balm for healing, 
For all is health beneath its loving skies ; 

Hour welcomes hour, fresh youth and bloom revealing; 
There, 'tis not death that lives and life that dies 

Life lives, and death has died ; the rifled tomb 
Has yielded back its long-imprisoned clay ; 

The dreaded conquerer is overcome, 
And mortal night is now immortal day. 



THE INCORRUI'TICLE. 29 

heaven of heavens, how true thy life must be ! 

home of God, how excellent thy light ! 
long, long summer of eternit}-, 

Bright noon of angels, ever clear and bright ! 

Glad jubilee, with nothing to disturb, 

When the great Halld of the purged earth 

Rings round the universe, from orb to orb, 
As when the sons of God sang o'er its birth. 

Then, bondage broken and the Eed Sea pass'd, 
We sing the song of Moses and the Lamb ; 

Earth's battles o'er, the kingdom won at last, 
W^ith joy we join creation's endless psalm. 



30 



THE MARRIAGE OP THE LAMB IS COME. 

Ascend, Beloved, to the joy ; 

The festal-day has come ; 
To-night the Lamb doth feast his own, 
To-night He with His Bride sits down, 
To-night puts on the spousal crown, 

In the great upper room. 

Ascend, Beloved, to the love ; 

This is the day of days ; 
To-night the bridal-song is sung, 
To-night ten thousand harps are strung, 
In sympathy with heart and tongue, 

Unto the Lamb's high praise. 

The festal lamps are lighting now 

In the great marriage-hall ; 
By angel-hands the board is spread, 
By angel-hands the sacred bread 
Is on the golden table laid ; 

The Kino- His own doth call. 



THE MARRIAGE OF THE LAMB IS COME. 81 

The gems are gleaming from the roof, 
Like stars in night's round dome ; 

The festal wreaths are hanging there, 

The festal fragrance fills the air, 

And flowers of heaven, divinely fair, 
Unfold their happy bloom. 

Long, long deferred, now come at last, 

The Lamb's glad wedding-day ; 
The guests are gathering to the feast, 
The seats in heavenly order placed, 
The royal throne above the rest ; — 

How bright the new array ! 

Sorrow and sighing are no more, 

The weeping hours are past ; 
To-night the waiting will be done, 
To-night the wedding-robe put on. 
The glory and the joy begun ; 

The crown has come at last. 

Without, within, is light, is light ; 

Around, above, is love, is love ; 
We enter, to go out no more, 
We raise the song unsung before, 
We doff the sackcloth that we wore ; 

For all is iov above. 



THE MAUIIIAGE OF THE LAMB IS COME. 

Ascend, Beloved, to the life ; 

Our days of death are o'er ; 
Mortality has done its worst, 
The fetters of the tomb are burst, 
The last has now become the first, 

For ever, evermore. 

Ascend, Beloved, to the feast ; 

Make haste, thy day is come ; 
Thrice blest are they, the Lamb doth call, 
To share the heavenly festival, 
In the new Salem's palace-hall, 

Our everlasting home 1 



33 



THE LOST SOUL. 



O qiiam grave, quam immite 

A sinistris erit Tte," — Old HymN, 



Descend, sinner, to the woe ! 

Th}^ day of hope is done ; 
Light shall revisit thee no more. 
Life with its sanguine dreams is o er, 
Love reaches not yon awful shore ; 

For ever sets thy sun ! 

Pass down to the eternal dark ; 

Yet not for rest nor sleep ; 
Thine is the everlasting tomb, 
Thine the inexorable doom. 
The moonless, mornless, sunless gloom, 

Where souls for ever weep. 



34 THE LOST SOUL. 

Depart, lost soul, thy tears to weep, 

Thy never-drying tears ; 
To sigh the never-ending sigh 
To send up the unheeded cry, 
Into the unresponding sky. 

Whose silence mocks thy fears. 

Call upon Grod ; He hears no more ; 

Call upon death ; 'tis dead j 
Ask the live lightnings in their flight. 
Seek for some sword of hell and night, 
The worm that never dies to smite ; 

No weapon strikes its head. 

Thou livest, and must ever live ; 

But life is now thy foe ; 
Thine is the sorrow-shrivell'd brow. 
Thine the eternal heartache now, 
'Neath the long burden thou must bow. 

The living death of woe. 

Thy songs are at an end ; thy harp 

Shall solace thee no more ; 
All mirth has perish'd on thy grave, 
The melody that could not save 
Has died upon death's sullen wave 
That fluno- thee on this shore. 



THE LOST SOUL. 36 

Earth, with its waves, and woods, and winds. 
Its stars, and suns, and streams, 

Its joyous air and gentle skies, 

Fiird with all happy melodies, 

Has passed, or, with dark memories. 
Comes back in torturing dreams. 

Never again shait thou behold. 

As when a bounding boy, 
The fresh buds of the fragrant spring, 
Its song-birds on their April wing, 
And all its vales a-blossoming ; 

Or summer's rosy joy. 

No river of forgetfulness, 

As poets dream'd and sung, 
Eolls yonder to efface the past, 
To quench the sense of what thou wast, 
To soothe or end thy pain at last, 

Or cool thy burning tongue. 

No Grod is there ; no Christ ; for He, 
Whose word on earth was Come, 

Hath said Depart : go, lost one, go, 

Keap the sad harvest thou didst sow. 

Join yon lost angels in their woe, 
Their prison is thy home. 



36 THE LOST SOUL. 

Descend, sinner, to the gloom ! 

Hear the deep judgment-knell 
Send forth its terror-shrieking sound 
These walls of adamant around, 
And filling to its utmost bound 

Thy wofui, woful hell. 

Depart, sinner, to the chain ! 

Enter the eternal cell ; 
To all that's good, and true, and right, 
To all that's fond, and fair, and bright, 
To all of holiness and light, 

Bid thou thy last farewell i 



87 



THE BLESSING-OHAllSr. 



" Orauis, qui Christum recipit, sapiens ; qui autem sapiens, 
liber; onmis igitur Christianus et liber et sapiens." — Ambros. 



IJk who in Christ believetli, 

J s wise, is wise ; 
He who this Christ receiveth, 

Alone is wise. 

Ife who this wisdom winneth, 

Ts free, is free : 
He in whose heart it reigneth, 

Alone is free. 

He who this freedom graspeth, 
Is strong, is strong ; 

He who this freedom claspeth, 
Alone is strong. 



38 THE BLESSING-CnAIN. 

He who this strength retaineth, 
Is good, is good ; 

He in whom it remaineth, 
Alone is good. 

He who this goodness findeth, 

Is glad, is glad ; 
He who this goodness mindeth, 

Alone is glad. 



39 



PRAISE. 

Praises to Him who built the hills ; 
Praises to Him the streams who fills ; 
Praises to him who lights each star 
That sparkles in the blue afar. 

Praises to him who makes the morn, 
And bids it glow with beams new-born 
Who draws the shadows of the night, 
Like curtains, o'er our wearied sight. 

Praises to Him whose love has given, 
In Christ his Son, the Life of heaven ; 
"Who for our darkness gives us light. 
And turns to day our deepest night. 

Praises to Him, in grace wno came, 
To bear our woe, and sin, and shame ; 
Who lived to die, who died to rise, 
^^ God-accepted sacrifice. 



40 PRA/SE. 

Praises to Him the chain who broke, 
Opened the prison, burst the yoke, 
Sent forth its captives, glad and free, 
Heirs of an endless liberty. 

Praises to Him who sheds abroad 
Within our hearts the love of Grod ; 
The Spirit of all truth and peace, 
Fountain of joy and holiness ! 

To Father, Son, and Spirit, now 
The hands we lift, the knees we bow | 
To Jah-Jehovah thus we raise 
The sinner's endless song of praise. 



41 



I PvAISE TO CHRIST. 

Jesus, the Christ of G-od, 
The Father's blessed Son, 

The Father's bosom thine abode, 
The Father's love thine own. 

Jesus, the Lamb of God, 
Who ns from hell to raise 

Hast shed thy reconciling blood ;— » 
We give Thee endless praise. 

God, and yet man, Thou art, 
True G-od, true man art Thou; 

Of man, and of man's earth a part, 
One with us Thou art now. 

Great sacrifice for sin. 

Giver of life for life, 
Kestorer of the peace within, 

True ender of the strife. 



42 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 

To Thee, the Christ of God, 
Thy saints exulting sing ; 

The bearer of our heavy load, 
Our own anointed King ; 

True lover of the lost, 

From heaven Thou earnest down, 
To pay for souls the righteous cost, 

And claim them for thine own. 

Eest of the weary, Thou ! 

To Thee, our rest, we come ; 
In Tkee to find our dwelling noWs 

Our everlasting home. 



43 



THE CROSS AND THE OKOWN 

No blood, no altar now, 
The sacrifice is o'er ; 
No flame, no smoke, ascends on high ; 
The Lamb is slain no more ! 
But richer blood has flow'd from nobler veins, 
To purge the soul from guilt, and cleanse the reddest 
stains. 

We thank Thee for the blood, 

The blood of Christ, thy Son ; 
The blood by which our peace is made, 
Our victory is won : 
Great victory o'er hell, and sin, and woe. 
That needs no second fight, and leaves no second foe. 

We thank Thee for the grace 

Descending from above. 
That overflows our widest guilt, 
The eternal Father's love : 
Love of the Father's everlasting Son, 
Love of the Holy Ghost, Jehovah, three in One. 



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44 THE CROSS AND THE CROWN. 

We thank Thee for the hope, 

So glad, and sure, and clear ; 
It holds the drooping sph'it up 
Till the long dawn appear : 
Fair hope ! with what a sunshine does it cheer 
Our roughest path on earth, our dreariest desert here ! 

We thank Thee for the crown 

Of glory and of life ; 
'Tis no poor with'ring wreath of earth, 
Man's prize in mortal strife : 
'Tis incorruptihle as is the throne. 
The kingdom of our God and his Incarnate Son. 



45 



THE END OF THE DAY. 

Co:.iE, for thy clay, tliy wasted clay is closing, 

"With all its joy and mn : 
Bright, loving hours have pass'd thee by unheeded; 

Thy work on earth undone, 

And all thy race unrun. 

Folly and pleasure hast thou still been chasing 

With the world's giddy throng, 
Beauty and love have been thy golden idols ; 

And thou hast rush'd along, 

Still listening to their song ! 

Sorrov/ and weeping thou hast cast behind thee, 

For what were tears to thee ? 
Life was not life without the smile and sunshine 

Only in revelry 

Did v/isdom seem to be. 



I 



46 THE END OF THE DAY. 

Unclasp, man, tlie syren hand of pleasure, 

Let the gay folly go ! 
A few quick years will bring the unwelcome ending; 

Then whither dost thou go, 

To endless joy or woe ? 

Clasp a far truer hand — a kinder, stronger — 

Of Him the crucified ; 
Let in a deeper love into thy spirit, 

The love of Ilim who died. 

And now is glorified ! 



CONFESSION. 

THIS soul, how dark and blind 
this foolish, earthly mind ; 
This ever froward, selfish will, 
Which refuses to be still ! 

O these ever roaming eyes, 
Upward that refuse to rise ; 
These still wayward feet of mino, 
Found in every path hut thine ! 

these pulses felt within. 
Beating for the world and sin ; 
Sending round the fevered blood, 
In a tierce and carnal flood ! 

this stubborn prayerless knee, 
Hands so seldom clasped to thee, 
Longings of the soul that go. 
Like the wild wind to and fro; 



i8 CONFESSION. 

To and fro without an aim, 
Eeturning idly whence they came, 
Bringing in no joy, no bliss, — 
Adding to my weariness ! 

Giver of the heavenly peace, 
Bid, bid, these tumults cease ; 
Minister thy holy balm, 
Fill me with thy Spirit's calm. 

Thou the life, the truth, the way, 
Leave me not in sin to stray ; 
Bearer of the sinner s guilt. 
Lead me, lead me, as Thou wilt. 



49 



OHKIST IS ALL. 

EVERLASTING Light, 

Giver of dawn and day, 
Dispeller of the ancient night 
In which creation lay I 

everlasting Light, 

Shine graciously withiij ! 
Brightest of all on earth that's hright, 

Come, shine away my sin ! 

O everlasting Rock, 

Sole refuge in distress, 
My fort when foes assail and mock, 

My rest in wearine?s ! 



everlasting Fount, 

From which the waters burst. 
The streams of the eternal mount, 

That quench time's sorest thirst 1 



50 CHRIST IS ALL. 

everlasting- Health, 

From which all healing springs ; 
My blisSj my treasure, and my wealth, 

To thee my spirit clings ! 

everlasting Truth, 

Truest of all that's true ; 

Sure guide of erring age and youth, 
Lead me and teach me too ! 

everlasting Strength, 

Uphold me in the way ; 
Bring me, in spite of foes, at length. 

To joy, and light, and day ! 

everlasting Love, 

Wellspring of grace and peace. 
Pour down thy fulness from above, 

Bid douLt and trouble cease 1 

everlasting Eest, 

Lift off life's load of care ! 

Believe, revive this burdened breast, 
And every sorrow bear. 



CHRIST IS ALL. 

Thou art in heaven our all. 
Our all on earth art thou ; 

Upon thy glorious name we call, 
Lord Jesus, bless us now 1 



51 



52 



THE LOVE OF GOD. 

LOVE of Grod, liow strong and true ! 
Eternal and yet ever new, 
Uncompreliended and unbought, 
Beyond all knowledge and all thouglit. 

love of God, how deep and great ! 
Far deeper than man's deepest hate ; 
Self-fed, self-kindled like the light, 
Changeless, eternal, infinite. 

heavenly love, how precious still, 
In days of weariness and ill ! 
In nights of pain and helplessness. 
To heal, to comfort, and to bless. 

wide-embracing, wondrous love, 

We read thee in the sky above, 

"We read thee in the earth below, 

In seas that swell and streams that flow. 



THK I>OVK OF GOV.. 

We read thee in tlie flowers, tlie trees, 
The freshness of the fragmnt breeze, 
The song of birds upon the wing, 
The joy of summer and of spring. 

We read thee best in Him who came, 
To bear for us the cross of shame ; 
Sent by the Father from on high, 
Our life to live, our death to die. 



We read thee in the manger-bed. 
On which His infancy was laid ; 
And Nazareth that love reveals, 
Nestling amid its lonely hills. 



We read thee in the tears once shed, 
Over doomed Salem's guilty head. 
In the cold tomb of Bethany, 
And blood-drops of Gethsemane. 

We read thy power to bless and save, 
Even in the darkness of the grave ; 
Still more in resurrection-light, 
We read the fulness of thy might. ^ 



64 THE L0V;B of god. 

love of God, our shield and stay, 
Through all the perils of our way ; 
Eternal love, in thee we rest, 
For ever safe, for ever blest I 



55 



THE TRUE BREAD. 

True bread of life, in pitying mercy given. 

Long-famished souls to strengthen and to feed ; 

Christ Jesus, Son of G-od, true bread of heaven, 
Thy flesh is meat, thy blood is drink indeed. 

I cannot famish, though this earth should fail, 
Tho' life through all its fields should pine and die; 

Though the sweet verdure should forsake each vale^ 
And every stream of every land run dry. 

True Tree of life ! Of thee I eat and live, 
Who eateth of thy fruit shall never die ; 

'Tis thine the everlasting health to give, 
The youth and bloom of immortality. 

Feeding on thee, all weakness turns to power, 
This sickly soul revives, like earth in spring ; 

Strength floweth on and in, each buoyant hour, 
This being seems all energy, all wing. 



66 THE TRUE BREAD. 

Jesus, our dying, buried, risen Head, 

Thy Church's Life and Lord, Immanuel ! 

At. thy dear cross we find the eternal bread, 
And in thy empty tomb tlie living well. 



67 



THE EIKST AND THE LAST, 

Jesus, Sun and Shield art tliou ; 

Sun and shield for ever ! 
Never canst thou cease to shine, 

Cease to guard us never. 
Cheer our steps as on we go, 
Come between us and the foe. 

Jesus, Eread and Wine art thou, 
Wine and bread for ever ! 

Never canst thou cease to feed 
Or refresh us never. 

Feed we still on bread divine, 

Drink we still this heavenly wine ! 

Jesus, Love and Life art thou. 

Life and love for ever ! 
Ne'er to quicken shalt thou cease, 

Or to love us ne^er. 
All of life and love we need 
Is in thee, in thee indeed. 



58 THE FIRST AND THE LAST. 

Jesus, Peace and Joy art thou, 
Joy and peace for ever ! 

Joy that fades not, changes not. 
Peace that leaves us never. 

Joy and peace we have in Thee, 

Now and through eternity. 

Jesus, Song and Strength art thou, 
Strength and song for ever ! 

Strength that never can decay, 
Song that ceaseth never. 

Stiil to us this strength and souo- 

Throiigh eternal days prolong. 



59 



HIS OA\N RECEIVED IIIM NOT. 



Surely, if such a thing could be, 
The best of sunlight fell on thee ; 
The softest of the stars of night 
Shed down on thee its sweetest light. 



Surely, if such a thing could be, 
Noon kept its gentlest rays for thee ; 
The lightest of the winds of morn 
Across thy weary brow was borne. 

The freshest dew that eve ere shed 
Fell in its coolness on thy head ; 
The fairest of the flowers that bloom 
Eeserved for thee their rich perfume. 

Yet tho' this earth which thou hast made 
Its best for thee might hourly spread, 
And tho', if such a thing might be, 
The best of sunlight fell on thee ; 



60 IIIR OWX RECEIVED IIIM NOT. 

Man ]jad no love to give thee here, 
Ko words of peace, no look of cheer ; 
Xo tenderness his heart could move, 
He gave thee hatred for thy love. 

Thy best of love to him was given, 
The freest, truest grace of heaven ; 
His worst of hatred fell on thee, 
His worst of scorn and enmity. 

Life, as its gift for him, thy love 
Brought in its fulness from above • 
Death, of all deaths the sharpest, lie 
In his deep hate prepared for thee. 

love and hate ! thus face to face 
Ye meet in this strange meeting-place I 
sin and grace, death and life, 
Who, Avho sliali conquer in this strife ? 

" Father, forgive," is love's lone cry. 
While hatred's crowd shouts, '•' Crucify 1 
How deeply man his Grod doth hate, 
God's love to man how true and great 1 



HIS OWX RECEIVED HIM NOT. Gl 

Love bows the head in dying woe, 
And hatred seems to triumph now ; 
Life into death is fading fast, 
And death seems conqueror at last. 

But night is herald of the day, 

And hate's dark triumph but makes way 

For love's eternal victory, 

When life shall live, and death shall die. 



62 



IN HIM WE LIVE. 

I KNOW thou art not far, 



My G-od, from me ; yon star 

Speaks of thy nearness, and its rays 
Fall on me like thy touch : Oh raise 

These eyes of mine 

To see thy face, even thine, 

My Father and my Grod I 

Thou speakest, and I hear ! 
What gracious heavenly cheer 

Is in thy gentle speech, my God ! 

How it lifts oft' the heavy load 
Which bows my weary head, 
And checks me in my speed. 

My gracious God and Lord I 



IN HTM WS T.IVE. 63 

Tliou kijowest all I am, 
My evil and my sliame ; 

And yet thou liat'st me not ; 

Nor Last even once forgot 
Thy handiwork divine, 
This helpless soul of mine, 

My ever-loving Lord ! 

Thou Tv'ilt be nearer yet, 

And one day I shall get 

The fuller vision of thy face, 

In all its perfect light and grace ; 

When I shall see thee as thou art, 

And m rhy kingdom Lear my part, 

Mv bles.^ed E'ing ajid Grod I 



G4 



JESU, STILL THE STORM. 

Jesct, still the storm ! 
Only thou hast power, 
In this troubled hour, 
To bid our tremblings cease, 
And give our spirits peace. 

Jesu, still the storm ! 

Speak the potent word, 

" Peace, be still I" and then 
Calm returns again ; 
Each billow hides its crest, 
And lays itself to rest. 

Speak the potent word ! 

Jesu, love us still ! 
Oh, love on, love on. 
As thou hast ever done ; 
Oh love us to the end, 
Our one unchanging friend. 

Jesu, love us still ! 



JESU, STILL THE STORM. 65 

Jesu, bless us still ! 

Bless us on and on, 

Till our heaven be won ; 

Oh bless us evermore, 

On thine own blessed shore. 
Jesu, bless us still ! 



66 



THE LOVE THAT PASSETH KNOWLEDGE. 

Not what I am, Loid, but what thou art ! 

That, that alone can be my soul's true rest ; 
Thy love, not mine, bids fear and doubt depart, 

And stills the tempest of my tossing breast. 

It is thy perfect love that casts out fear ; 

I know the voice that speaks the " It is I ;" 
And in these well-known words of heavenly cheer, 

I hear the joy that bids each sorrow fly. 

Thy name is Love ! I hear it from yon cross ; 

Thy name is Love ! I read it in yon tomb ; 
All meaner love is perishable dross, 

But this shall light me thro' time's thickest gloom. 

It blesses now, and shall for ever bless, 
It saves me now, and shall for ever save; 

It holds me up in days of helplessness, 
It bears me safely o'er oacb swelling waYe. 



THE LOVE THAT PASSETH KNOWLEDGE. 67 

Girt with the love of God on every side, 

Breathing that love as heaven's own healing air, 

I work or wait, still following my guide. 
Braving each foe, escaping every snare. 

'Tis what I know of thee, my Lord and God, 

That fills my soul with peace, my lips with song ; 

Thou art my health, my joy, my staff, and rod, 
Leaning on thee, in weakness I am strong. 

I am all want and hunger ; this faint heart 
Pines for a fulness which it finds not here ; 

Dear ones are leaving, and, as they depart. 

Make room within for something yet more dear. 

More of thyself, Oh, shew me hour by hour 
More of thy glory, my God and Lord ; 

More of thyself in all thy grace and power, 
More of thy love and truth, Incarnate Word ! 



68 



THEE, ONLY THEE. 

Jesus, thy love alone, alone thy love 

Eefresheth me ; 
And for that love of thine, that freshening love^ 

I come to thee. 

It is thy cross alone, alone thy cross 

That healeth me ; 
And for that cross of thine, that healing cross, 

I come to thee. 

It is thy blood alone, alone thy blood 

That cleanseth me ; 
And for that blood of thine, that cleansing blood, 

I come to thee. 

It is thy death alone, alone thy death 

That quickeneth me ; 
And for that death of thine, that quickening death. 

I come to thee. 



THEE, OXLY THEE. 



69 



It is tliy life alone, alone thy life 

That saveth me ; 
And for that life of thine, that saving life, 

I come to thee. 

It is thy strength alone, alone thy strength 

That strengthens me ; 
And for that strength of thine, that strengthening 
strength, 

I come to thee. 

It is thy joy alone, alone thy joy 

That gladdens me ; 
And for that joy of thine, that gladdening joy, 

I come to thee. 

It is thy light alone, alone thy light 

That cheereth me ; 
And for that light of thine, that cheering light, 

I come to thee. 

Jesus, thy grace alone, alone thy grace 

SufBceth me ; 
And for that grace, that all-sufiicing grace, 

I come to thee. 



70 



THEEj ONLY THEE. 



Saviour 'tis thou thyself, alone thyself, 

Art all to me ; 
And for that all, of everything I need, 

I come to thee. 



Tl 



HE IS lUSEN. 

The tomb is empty ; wouldst thou have it Ml? 

Still sadly clasping the unbreathing clay; — 
weak in faith, slow of heart and dull, 

To doat on darkness, and shut out the day ! 

The tomb is empty ; He who, three short days, 
After a sorrowing life's long weariness, 

Found refuge in this rocky resting-place, 
Has now ascended to the throne of bliss. 

Here lay the Holy One, the Christ of God, 

He who for death gave death, and life for life ; 

Our heavenly Kinsman, our true flesh and blood ; 
Victor for us on hell's dark field of strife. 

This v,'as the Bethel, where, on stony bed. 

While angels went and came from morn till even, 

Our truer Jacob laid his wearied head; 
This was to him the very gate of heaveu. 



72 HE IS RISEN. 

The Conqueror, not the conquer'd, He to whom 
The keys of death and of the grave belong, 

Cross'd the cold threshold of the stranger's tomb, 
To spoil the spoiler and to bind the strong. 

Here death had reign'd ; into no tomb like this 
Had man's fell foe aforetime found his way; 

So grand a trophy ne'er before was his. 
So vast a treasure, so divine a prey. 

But now his triumph ends ; the rock-barr'd door 
Is open'd wide, and the Great Pris'ner gone ; 

Look round and see, upon the vacant floor 
The napkin and the grave-clothes lie alone. 

Yes, death's last hope, his strongest fort and prison 
Is shatter'd, never to be built again ; 

And He, the mighty Captive," He is risen. 
Leaving behind tlie gate, the bar, the chain. 

Yes, He is ris'n who is the First and Last ; 

Who was and is ; who liveth and was dead ; 
Beyond the reach of death he now has pass'd, 

Of the one glorious Church the glorious Head, 



HE IS RISFN. 73 

The toml) is empty; so, ere long shall be 
The tombs of all who in this Christ repose ; 

They died with Him who died upon the tree, 
They live and rise with Him who lived and rose. 

Death has not slain them ; they are freed, not slain. 

It is the gate of life, and not of death. 
That they have entered ; and the grave in vain 

Has tried to stifle the immortal breath. 

All that was death in them is now dissolved ; 

For death can only what is death's destroy ; 
And when this earth's short ages have revolved, 

The disimprison'd life comes forth with joy. 

Their life-long battle with disease and pain, 

And mortal weariness, is over now ; 
Youth, health, and comeliness return again, 

The tear has left the cheek, the sweat the brow. 

They are not tasting death, but taking rest, 
On the same holy couch where Jesus lay, 

Soon to awake all glorified and blest. 

When day has broke ard shadows fled away. 



KEDEEM THE TIME. 

Death worketli, 

Let me work too ; 
Death undoetli, 
Let me do. 
Busy as death my work I ply, 
Till I rest in the rest of eternity. 

Time worketh, 

Let me work too ; 
Time imdoetli, 
Let me do. 
Busy as time my work I ply, 
Till I rest in the rest of eternity. 

Sin worketh, 

Let me work too ; 
Sin undoeth, 
Let me do. 
Busy as sin my work I ply, 
Till I rest in the rest of eternity. 



75 



MUSINGS AND COUNSELS. 

Not so quickly, fretted spiiit, 

Lest til}' speed but run to waste : 

He is stedfast who believeth, 
He who trusteth makes no haste 
For the God on whom we call 
'\\'ill carry us through all ; 
No plan of His can fail, 
Not a wish but must prevail. 
He is might}', He alone ; 
Let His work be calmly done= 

Not so slowly, sluggish spirit. 
As if God and time would stay 

For thee, the loitering dreamer. 
Flinging hours and days away. 
Up and toil with all thy might, 
Noon is fading into night ; 
Like the ever-moving Avave, 
We are rushing to the grave ; 
Like the swiftly rising dew. 
Earth is passing from our view. 



76 jiusiNGs a:nd counsels. 

Not so gail}^, buoyant spirit ; 

Temper mirth with gentle fear ; 
Koses wither, leaves are falling, 
'Tis not always summer here- 
'Tis a brittle, hollow world, 
With its brav'ry all unfurled, 
Its banners streaming high. 
And shouts of revelry. 
Its day is coming fast, 
And its madness cannot last. 
Not so darkly, gloomy spirit ; 

Here are things of sprightlier hue. 
Here are suns, and stars, and rainbows. 
And a glorious arch of blue. 
Earth is not all tears and woe. 
There are bright things here below 
There is verdure on our bills, 
There is music in our rills, 
There is fragrance in our air ; 
In our homes the dear and fair- 
Not so ligiitly, jesting spirit ; 

Do not trifle so with sin ; 
The gate of life is narrow. 
There are few who enter in 



MUSINGS AND COUNSELS. 

Setting aod before thine eyes, 
Be boldly good and wise ; 
Clierish grave and manly tboughtj 
'^Buy the truth and sell it not ; 
To thyself and truth be true, 
To thy friend be faithful too. 
Not so sternly, haughty spirit ; 

Lay thy loftiness aside ; 
From thy forehead smooth the furrow, 
From thy heart pluck out the pride. 
Deal gentle words to all ; 
Thou, too, mayest err and fall ; 
Be pitiful and kind, 
Leave rugged words behind, 
Learn meekly to reprove ; 
They win Avho speak in love. 

Not so fondly, sanguine spirit ; 

There is judgment in yon cloud, 
There is peril in yon tempest, 
And the trumpet speaks aloud. 
God is coming in His wrath, 
And the lightning ploughs his path ; 
There is terror on the earth, 
And the ruin rushes forth ; 



77 



78 MUSINGS AND COUNSELS. 

There is boding in yon sky, 
The Judge is drawing nigh. 

Not so hopeless, drooping spirit ; 
Yon clouds at length will rise ; 

And, beyond them, in the distance, 
Spreads a realm of sunny skies. 
God's promise standeth fast, 
And the glory breaks at last ; 
Peace is rising out of strife, 
Death is dying into life ; 
Up springs the eternal sun ; 
Heaven and earth will soon be on^ 



79 



THE GOOD FIGHT. 

I CAME and saw, and hoped to conquer, 
As the great Eoman once had done ; 

His was the one hour's torrent shock of battle, 
My field was harder to be won. 

I came and saw, but did not conquer. 

The foes were fierce, their weapons strong ; 

I came, I sa^v, but yet I did not conquer, 
Jb'or me the fight was sore and long. 

They said the war was brief and easy, 
A word, a look, would crush the throng ; 

To some it may have been a moment's conflict, 
To me it has been sore and long. 

They said the threats were coward bluster. 

To brave men they could work no wrong ; 
So some may boast of swift and easy battle, 
' To me it has been sore and long. 



80 THE GOOD FIGHT, 

And yet I know that I sliall conquer, 

Though sore and hard the fight may he ; 

I know, I know I shall be more than victor, 
Throiiodi Him who won the fio-ht for me. 



I fight, not fearful of the issue, 

My victory is sure and near ; 
Yet, not the less with hand and eye all watchful, 

Grasp I my buckler and my spear. 

For I must fight, if I would conquer, 
'Tis not by flight that fields are won ; 

And I must conquer, if I would inherit, 
The victor's joy, and crown, and throne. 



81 



TIME AND LTERNITK. 

It is not time that flies ; 

'Tis we, 'tis we, are flying : 
It is not Life that dies ; 

'Tis we, 'tis we, are djdng. 
Time and eternity are one ; 
Time is eternity begun : 
Life changes, yet without decay; 
'Tis we alone who jiass away. 

It is not Truth that flies ; 

'Tis we, 'tis we, are flying : 
It is not Faith that dies ; 

'Tis we, 'tis we, are dying. 
ever-during faith and truth. 
Whose youth is age, whose age is youth ! 
Twin stars of immortality, 
Ye cannot perish from our sky. 



82 TIME AND ETERNITY. 

It is not Hope that flies ; 

'Tis we, 'tis we, are flying : 
It is not Love that dies ; 

'Tis we, 'tis we, are dying. 
Twin streams, that have in heaven your biilli, 
Ye glide in gentle joy through earth. 
We fade, like flowers beside you sown ; 
Ye are still flowing, flowing on. 

Yet we but die to live ; 

It is from death we're flying : 
For ever lives our life ; 

For us there is no dying. 
We die but as the spring-bud dies, 
In summer's golden glow to rise. 
These he our days of April bloom ; 
Our July is beyond the tomb. 



83 



A CHILD OF DAY. 

On this bare ocean-islet, 

While the slow waves softly play, 
And the happy breeze sings by me, 

I sit and sigh for day. 

I am looking for the dawning, 
For the first soft silver ray ; 

I am looking, looking, looking, 
For the morning and the day. 

'Mid the shadows and the silence 
Of the lonely, lonely way, 

I dm longing, longing, longing, 
For the morning and the day. 

I mark the waning starlight, 
And the gentle streaks of grey ; 

And Fm hoping, hoping. I oping, 
For the morning and the dn}'. 



84 A CHILD OF DAY. 

Tlie pale pure light is springing, 
The darkness steals away ; 

And I'm watching, watching, wati.hing, 
For the morning and the day. 

Shall I close my eyes in slumber, 
Shall I dream the hours away ; 

When Tm waiting, waiting, waiting, 
For the morning and the day ? 

Shall I cleave to shades and darkness, 
To the chill of mortal clay ; 

When Tm waiting, waiting, waiting, 
For the morning and the day? 

Shall I love earth's blazing torches, 

Its lamps of midnight gay ; 
When I know that they are coming, — 

'J'he mornii)g and the day? 



85 



SUNSET BY THE SEA. 

My watcli upon this sea-swept cliff is done ! 
I've marked for hours that slow-descending sun, 
And seen him plunge into the golden swell 
Of yon bright ocean that he loves so well. 

I linger, watching how yon wavelets seem 
To miss the glory of the vanished gleam ; 
And marking how yon summer-blushing blue 
Takes on the sadness of the twilight hue. 

How can I go ? That shadowy, solemn wave 
Seems like a loved one's newly-covered grave ; 
And all around, above me, seems to move 
The joj and grief of unforgotten love. 

I linger o'er the long wave's darkening flow ; 
But the cold sea-moan bids me rise and go ; 
And yon faint sun-glow on the quivering main 
Says, G-o, to-morrow we shall meet again. 



) SUNSET BY THE SEA. 

It may be we shall meet as we have done, 
And ihat I greet once more yon matchless sun ; 
It may be that I come to gaze again 
On the pale splendour of yon purple plain. 

But tho' no dawn should light these faded skies, 
Though 5^on expected sun should never rise, 
I have a Sun whose everlasting gold 
Lights up a day that never shall grow old. 

I have a Sun within, a Sun above, 
A heaven whose radiance is the joy of love. 
Earth's suns may sink and rise again no more, 
I need them not in that unchanging shore. 

I go where night and darkness never come, 
To the dear day-spring of a sinless home ; 
No pensive musings such as sunset brings ! 
No bitter heartache over dried-up springs ! 

This shore I quit, these rocks, this wondrous sea. 
Of all things great the greatest still to me ; 
These golden gleams of sunset's lingering bliss. 
Yon far-off dimple from the dying kiss 



SUXSET BY THE SEA. 87 

Of wave and sky ; this gentle, gentle song 

Of the lone sea-breeze as it sighs along; 

The sweet low ripple-note that comes and goes 

From yon grey sand- slope where the tide still flows. 

These, these I leave ; yet, leaving, turn again 
To love and muse, yet feel no parting pain ; — 
These are but withered leaves, the goodly tree 
Which bears them all remaineth yet for me. 

I need not miss the starbeam, if the star 
Abideth still to shine in love afar ; 
The gift may fade, the Giver still is mine, 
With all his love and liu-ht and 2rrace divine. 



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LORD, COME AWAY! 

Hand and foot are weary, 
Brow and eye are weary. 
Heart and soul are weary; — 
Lord, Come away t 

Tears are swiftly flying, 
Heaven and earth are sighing, 
And thy Church is crying, 

Lord, come away t 

Broken lies creation. 
Shaken earth's foundation, 
Anchorless each nation; — 

Lord, come away I 

Kingly props all failing. 
Boldest bosoms quailing. 
Fear forlorn prevailing ; 

Lord, come away ! 



)rvD, COME AWAY ! 80 



Thrones of ages shaking, 
Bonds of empire breaking, 
Sullen priesthoods quaking ; — 
Lord, come away ! 

Evil darkly reigneth, 
Nought of love remaineth. 
And thy Bride complaineth ; — 
Lord, come away ! 

Might the right is wronging, 
Sworded millions thronging, 
Earth's misrule prolonging ; — 
Lord, come away ! 

Lonely hearts are singing, 
Loyal souls are clinging 
To the light upspringing ; — 
Lord, come away ! 

Calm, 'mid night- winds blowing, 
Long has faith been sowing, 
See the life-seed growing ; — 
Lord, come away ! 



90 LORD, COME AWAY ! 



'Tis no time for sorrow, 
See the glorious morrow, 
Its gladness let us borrow; — 
Lord, come away ! 

'Tis no time for dreaming, 
See the day-spring's gleaming 
Through the darkness streaming ;- 
Lord, come away ! 

Sounds the last long thunder, 
Bursts the day of wonder, 
S-lory, gladness yonder ; — 

Lord, come away 1 



91 



HE IS COMING. 

He is coming ; and the tidings 
Are rolling wide and far ; 

As light flows out in gladness, 
From yon fair morning-star. 

He is coming ; and the tidings 
Sweep through the willing air, 

With hope that ends for ever 
Time's ages of despair. 

Old earth from dreams and slumb(<r 
Wakes up and says, Amen ; 

Land and ocean bid him welcome, 
Flood and forest join the strain. 

He is coming ; and the mountains 

Of Judea ring again ; 
Jerusalem awakens, 

And shouts her glad Amen. 



92 HE IS COMING. 

He is coming ; wastes of Horeb, 

Awaken and rejoice ! 
Hills of Moab, cliflfs of Edom, 

Lift the long silent voice ! 

He is coming, sea of Sodom, 
To heal thy leprous brine, 

To give back palm and myrtle, 
The olive and the vine. 

He is coming, blighted Carmel, 
To restore thy olive bowers. 

He is coming, faded Sharon, 
To give thee back thy flowers. 

Sons of G-entile-trodden Judah, 
Awake, behold,, he comes ! 

Landless and kingless exiles, 
Ee-seek your long-lost homes. 

Back to your ancient valleys 

Which your fathers loved so well. 

In their now crumbled cities 

Let their children's children dwelL 



HE IS COMING. 

Drink the last drop of wormwood 
From your nation's bitter cup ; 

The bitterest, but the latest, 
Make haste and drink it up. 

For he thj^ true Messiah, 
Thine own anointed King, 

He comes, in love and glory, 
Thy endless joy to bring. 

Yes, he thy King is coming 
To end thy woes and wrongs, 

To give thee joy for mourning, 
To turn thy sighs to songs ; 

To dry the teai-is of ages. 
To give thee, as of old, 

The diadem of beauty. 

The crown of purest gold ; 

To lift thee from thy sadnesa, 
To set thee on the throne, 

Messiah's chosen nation, 
His best-beloved one. 



94 HE IS COMING. 

The stain and dust of exile 
To wipe from thy weary feet ; 

With songs of glorious triumph 
Thy glad return to greet. 



95 



THE JUDGMENT, 

The last long note has sounded. 

The dead from dust to call ; 

The sinner stands confounded, 

With fear on fear surrounded, 

As by a sea unbounded, 

Before the Judge of all 

No longer now delaying 

The hour of dreaded doom ; 
No more the sentence staying. 
No more the cross displaying, 
In wrath His throne arraying, 

The Judge, the Judge has come 1 

What wild shrill voice of mourning 

Comes up from hill and plain ? 

Dark spirits, pardon scorning, 

Proud hearts, long mercy spurning, 

Bold rebels, deaf to warning, 

Now cry, but cry in vain I 



96 THE JUDGMENT. 

See hoTv these heavens are rended 
By yon sky-filling blast ; 

Earth's year of grace is ended ; 

He who in clonds ascended, 

Now, with heaven's hosts attended, 
Eeturns, returns at last ! 

Cease, man, thy God-defying; 

Cease thy best friend to grirve ; 
Cease, man, thy self-relying; 
Flee from the endless dying ; 
Swiftly thy time is flying ; 

Embrace the Son and live ! 

Give up thy vain endeavour 

To heal thy wounds and woes ; 
He is of life tlie Giver, 
And from His cross the river. 
Which quenches thirst for ever, 

All freely to thee tiovfs. 

With gush, and gleam, and singing, 
See the bright fountain rise. 

For thee that fount is springing, 

To thee its gladness bringing; — 

Why then so madly clinging 
To vanity .mu lies? 



HEAVEN AT LAST. 

'* Denique Coelum." — Old Motto. 

Angel-voices sweetly singing, 
Echoes through the blue dome ringing, 
News of wondrous gladness bringing ; 
Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 

Now, beneath us all the grieving, 
All the wounded spirit's heaving, 
All the woe of hopes deceiving; 

Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 

Sin for ever left behind us. 
Earthly visions cease to blind us, 
Fleshly fetters cease to bind us ; 

Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 

On the jasper threshold standing, 
Like a pilgrim safely landing. 
See, the strange bright scene expanding 
Ah, 'tis heaven at last I 

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98 HEAVEN AT LAST. 

What a city ! what a glory ! 
Far beyond the brightest story 
Of the ages old and hoary ; 

Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 

Softest voices, silver-pealing, 
Freshest fragrance, spirit-healing, 
Happy hymns around us stealing ; 

Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 

Gone the vanity and folly, 
Gone the dark and melancholy, 
Come the joyous and the holy ; 

Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 

Kot a broken blossom yonder, 
Not a link can snap xisunder, 
Stay'd the tempest, sheathed the thunder ; 
Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 

Not a. tear-drop ever falleth, 
Not a pleasure ever palleth, 
Song to song for ever calleth ; 

Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 



HEAVEN AT LAST. 99 

Christ himself the living splendour, 
Christ the sunlight mild and tender ; 
Praises to the Lamb we render ; 

Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 



Now at length the veil is rended, 
Now the pilgrimage is ended, 
And the saints their thrones ascended 
Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! 



Broken death's dread bands that bound us, 
Life and victory around us ; 
Christ, the King, himself hath crown'd us ; 
Ah; 'tis heaven at laet ! 



100 



THE GRAVES OF OCEAN. 

"The s.ea gave vip the dead which were in it." — Rev. xx. 13, 

Deep down beneath the unresting surge 

There is a peaceful tomb ; 
Storm raves above, calm reigns below ; 
Safe, safe from ocean's wreck and woe ; 
Safe from its tide's unceasing flow 

The weary find a home. 

Calm shelter from Time's vexing winds ; 

Sure anchorage at last ! 
The blinding sea-drift blinds not here ; 
No breaker's boom the sleepers fear, 
No angry typhoon hovers near — 

Their latest storm is past. 

Done now with peril and with toil, 
They sleep the blessed sleep. 

The last wild hurricane is o'er ; 

All silent now life's thunder-roar, 

All quiet novv^ the wreck-strewn shore ; — 
'Tis ?'-'^, not they J who weep. 



THE GRAVES OF OCEAN. 101 

Who dies in Christ the Lord dies well, 

Though on the lonely main ; 
As soft the pillow of the deep, 
As tranquil the uncurtain'd sleep 
As on the couch where fond ones weep ; — 

And they shall rise again. 

Not safer on the sea of glass 

Before the throne of God ! 
As sacred is that ocean-cave, 
Where weeds instead of myrtles wave ; 
As near to G-od that unknown grave, 

As the dear churchyard's sod. 

O'er the loved clay God sets his watch, 

The angels guard it well. 
Till summon'd hy the trumpet loud, 
Like star emerging from the cloud, 
Or hlossom from its sheltering shroud. 

It leaves its ocean-cell. 

The sea shall give them hack, though death 

The well-known form destroy ; 
Nor rock, nor sand, nor foam can chain, 
Nor mortal prison-house retain, 
Each atom shall av/ake again. 

And rise with song and joy. 



102 THE GRAVES OF OCEAN. 

The cold sea's coldest, hardest depths 

Shall hear the trump of Grod, 
Death's reign on sea and land is o'er, 
God's treasured dust he must restore, 
God's huried gems he holds no more, 
Eeneath or wave or clod. 

When the cold billow cover'd them, 

No solemn prayer was sai^ ; 
. Yet not the less their crown shall be 
In the great morn of victory, 
When, from their mortal fetters free, 
They leave their peaceful bed. 

What though to speak the words of loye 
No dear ones then could come. 

Without a name upon their bier, 

A brother's or a sister's tear, 

Their heaven will be as bright and near 
As from their boyhood's home. 

Star of tiie promised morning, rise ! 

Star of the throbbing wave. 
Ascend ! and o'er the sable brine 
With resurrection-splendour shine ; 
Burst through the clouds with beams divine, 

Mighty to shine and save 



THF. GRAVES OF OCEAN. 103 

Morning Star ! O risen Lord ! 

Destroyer of the tomb ! 
Star of th ^ living and the dead, 
Lift up at length thy long-veil'd head, 
O'er land and sea thy glories shed ; — 

Light of the morning, come ! 

Into each tomb thy radiance pour, 

Let life, not death, prevail. 
Make haste, great Conqueror, make haste ! 
Call up the dead of ages past. 
Gather thy precious gems at last, 

From ocean's deepest vale. 

Speak, mighty Life, and wake the dead I 

Like statue from the stone. 
Like music from long broken strings, 
Like gushings from deserted springs. 
Like dew upon the dawn's soft wings, 

Kouse each beloved one 1 



104 



A CRY FROM THE DEPTHS. 

Here in thy royai presence, Lord, I stand ; 

I give mypelf, my all, to thee ; 
Thou hast redeem'd me by thy precious blood; 

Thine only will I be. 
No love but thine, but thine, can me relieve, 
No light but thine, but thine, will I receive, 
No lio'ht, no love, but thine ! 



Take, take me as I am ; thou need'st me not, 
I know Thou need'st me not at all. 

All heaven is thine, all earth, each morning-star; 
High angels wait thy call; 

I an: the poorest of thy ^-reatures, I 

The child of evil and dark misery ; — 
Yet take me as I am ! 



HKRE IS MY HEART. 105 

Perhaps Thou overlookest me ; too small 

A mote of heing for thine eye 
To rest on, or to care for ; far beneath 

Thine awful majesty. 
But still I am a thing of life, I know, 
And made for everlasting joy and woe ; — 
Turn not thine eye away. 

Perhaps Thou dost repent of making me? 

And yet, this, my Grod, I know, 
That I am made, made by thine own great hand, 

Though least of all below ; 
Myself I cannot alter or unmake, 
v^ wilt thou not this soul of mine new-make ? 
New-make me, my God ! 

Perhaps for aught of good I am unfit, 

Most worthless and most useless all : 
Yet make me but the meanest thing that lives, 

Within Thy Salem's wall. 
I shall be well content, my Grod, to be. 
Or do, or suffer aught that pleaseth Thee;-- » 
cast me not away. 



lOG HERE IS MV HEART. 

It would not cost tliee dear to bless me, Lord ; 

A word would do it, or a sign, 
It needs no more from thee, no more, my God ; 

Thy words have power divine. 
And the boundless blessedness to me, 
Loved, saved, forgiven, renewed and blest by thee ! 
speak. speak the word I 

Life ebbs apace, my night is coming fast ;^ 

M}^ cheek is wan, my hair is grey ; 
I am not what I was when on me blazed 

The noon of youth's bright day. 
Make haste to do for me what thus I plead, 

Thou the succourer of my great need, 

love and comfort me. 

1 know the blood of Thine eternal Son 

Has power to cleanse even me ; 
wash me now in that all-precious blood ; 

Grive my soul purity ; 
Scatter the darkness, bid the day-star shine, 
Light up the midnight of this soul of mine; 
Let all be song and joy 1 



107 



HAVE FAITH IN TRUTH. 

Have faith in truth ; 

And in the True One trust ! 
Though bright with fancy's brightest hues, 

Abhor the lie thou must. 

Make sure of truth, 

And truth will make thee sure ; 
It will not shift, nor fade, nor die, 

But like the heavens endure. 

God's thoughts, not man's. 

Be these thy heritage ; 
They, like himself, are ever young, 

Untouched by time or age. 

God's words, not man's, 

Be these thy gems and gold ; 
Be these thy never-setting stars, — 

Still radiant as of old. 



10 S HAVE FAITH IN TRUTH. 

With God alone 

Is truth, and joy, and light. 
Walk thou with Him in peace and love, 

Hold fast the good and right. 

Hold fast the true ! 

For truth can never change ; 
It grows not old, — 'tis ever one, 

However vast its range. 

Great truths are great ! 

Not once, but evermore ; 
Theirs is an everlasting j'outh, 

A spring-bloom never o'er. 

The stars that shine 

To-night, in these calm skies, 
Are the same stars that shone of old 

In primal Paradise. 

The sun that once 

At a man's \oice stood still. 
Is the same sun that nightly sets 

Behind yon western hill. 



HAVE FAITH IN TRUTH. 109 

Man and his earth 

Are varying day by day ; 
Truth cannot change nor ever grow 

Feeble and old and grey. 



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LIFE AND I. 

Life is i;lie child's frail wreatli, 

And I a drop of dew 
Upon its fading beauty. In the breath 

Of the still night-air came I forth to view. 
But with the reddening morn 
I silently return 
To holy realms unseen, 
Where death hath never been, 
"Where He hath his abode, 
Who is my God ! 

Life is the wind-snapp'd bough, 

And I a little bird ; 
My motherland a fairer, calmer clime, 

Whose olive groves no storm has ev er stirred ;- 
A little bird that came from far, 
Beyond the evening star, 
Alighting in my untried flight 
Upon this tree of night. 
Yet ere another sun 
His race shall have begun, 



LIFE AND I. 

I shall have pass'd from sight, 
To realms of truer light, 
These twilight skies above, 
To be with Him I love, 
My God, my God, 

Life is the mount-^ui lake, 

And I a drifting cloud, 
Or a cloud's broken shadow on the wave, 

One of the silent multitude that crowd, 
With ever-varying pace, 
Across the water's face ! 
Soon must I pass from earth, 
To the calm azure of my better birth, 
My sky of holy bliss ; 
With Him in love and peace. 
To have my long abode. 
Who is my God ! 

Life is the tossing ark, 

And I the wandering dove, 
Resting to-day mid clouds and waters dark, 

To morrow to my peaceful olive-grove 
Returning, in glad haste, 
Across time's billowy waste, 



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112' LIFE AND I. 

For evermore to rest, 
Upon the faithful breast, 
Of Him who is my King, 
My Christ and G-od ! 

Life is the changing deep, 

And I a little wave, 
Eising a moment and then passing down, 

Amid my fellows, to a peaceful grave ; 
For this is not my rest, 
It is not here I can be blest. 
Far from this sea of strife. 
With Christ is hid my life. 
With Christ my glorious Lord, 
My King and God. 

Life is a well-strung lyre, 

And I a wandering note, 
Struck from its cunning chords, and left alone 

A moment in the quivering air to float ; 
Then, without echo, die. 
And upward from this earthly jarring fly. 
To form a truer note above 
In the great song of joy and love, 



LIFE AND I. 11 ; 

The never-ending, never-jarring song 

Of the immortal throng ; 

Sung to the praise of Him 

Who is at once its leader and its theme. 

My Christ, my King, my G-od 1 



114 



BRIGHT FEET OF MAY. 

Trip along, bright feet of May, 
Trip along from clay to clay, 
Trip along in sun and showers, 
Trip along and wake the flowers, , 
Trip along the breezy hills, 
Trip beside the prattling rills. 

Trip along, in light and song, 
Trip away, all fresh and gay, 
Trip away, bright feet of May ! 
• 
Trip along, when morning shines, 
Trip along, when day declines. 
Trip along, when, in the night. 
Moon and stars are sparkling bright ; 
Trip across the sunny sea, 
Over cloudlancl high and free. 

Trip along, in light and song, 
Trip away, all fresh and gay. 
Trip away, bright feet of May ! 



BRIGHT FEET OF MAY. 115 

Trip along the budding wood, 

O'er the moorland solitude ; 

Trip through garden, field, and brake, 

Trip beside the gleaming lake ; 

Eevel in the star-loved dew. 

Drink the clear sky's summer blue. 
Trip along, in light and song. 
Trip away, all fresh and gay, 
Trip away, bright feet of May ! 

Trip along, and, as you move, 

Tell the springing earth of love; 

Tell of love the sunlight free, 

Tell of love the bounding sea, 

The love of Him w^ho gave to ]\[ay 

The sweetness of its smiling day. 
Trip along, in light and song, 
Trip away, all fresh and gay, 
Trip away, bright feet of May! 



116 



VOX MATUTINA. 

Earth's lamps are growing dim; 
The Church's early hymn 
Comes up in slow, soft sound, 
Like music from the ground ; 
Her old prophetic psalm 
Fills the deep twilight calm ! 

Not yet his blossom-wreath 
Of beams from climes beneath, 
The happy sun has bound 
These mountain-peaks around ; 
Hardly yon cloudlet high 
Has caught the radiancy. 

Only the stars look pale, 
As if some luminous veil 
Were passing o'er their face, 
Taking, yet adding grace, 
Hiding, yet giving light 
To these fair gems of night. 



vox MATUTINA. 117 

The beacoii-liglits still gleam 
Along tlie ocean-stream, 
Goes up no city-smoke, 
No city-hum has broke 
Earth's sleep, or sounded forth 
Another morning's birth. 

Shake off from us the night, 
God ! As sons of light 
Prepare us for the day, 
That at the first faint ray 
Of morn in eastern skies 
We may with joy arise. 

What though night's silence still 
Broods over jjlain and hill ; 
These shades will soon be past, 
The Daystar comes at last. 
And we shall welcome him 
With our clear morning hymn. 



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HEAR MY CRY. 

STRONG to save and bless, 
My rock and righteousness, 

Draw near to me ! 
Blessing, and joy, and might, 
Wisdom, and love, and light 

Are all with Thee ! 

My refuge and my rest ! 
As child on mother's breast, 

I lean on Thee. 
From faintness and from fear. 
When foes and ill are near, 

Deliver me ! 

Turn not awa}'' thy face, 
Withhold not needed grace, 

My fortress be ! 
Perils arc round and round. 
Iniquities abound, 

See, Saviour, see I 



HEAR MY CRY. 119 

Come, Grod and Saviour, come ! 
I can no more be dumb ; 

Appeal I must, 
To thee the gracious One, 
Else is my hope all gone, 

I sink in dust ! 

Oh, answer me, my G-od, 
Thy love is deep and broad, 

Thy grace is true ! 
Thousands this grace have shared, 
Oh let me now be heard, 

Oh love me too ! 

Descend thou mighty love, 
Descend from heaven above, 

rill thou this soul 1 
Heal every bruised part. 
Bind up this broken heart, 

And make me whole ! 

'Tis knowing thee that heals ; 
'Tis seeing thee that seals 

Comfort and peace. 
Shew me thy cross and blood. 
My Saviour and my G-od 
Then troubles cease. 



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HOMEWARDS. 

Dropping down the troubled river, 

To the tranquil, tranquil shore ; 
Dropping down the misty river, 
Time's willow-shaded river, 

To the spring- embosomed shore ; 
Where the sweet light shineth ever, 

And the sun goes down no more. 

wondrous, wondrous shore ! 

Dropping down the winding river, 

To the wide and welcome sea; 
Dropping down the narrow river, 
Man's weary, wayward river. 

To the blue and ample sea ; 
Where no tempest wrecketh ever, 

Where the sky is fair and free ; 

joyous, joyous sea ! 



HOMEWARDS. 

Dropping down the noisy liver, 

To our peaceful, peaceful home ; 
Dropping down the turbid river, 
Earth's bustling, crowded river, 

To our gentle, gentle home ; 
"Where the rough roar riseth never, 

And the vexings cannot come ; 

loved and longed for home ! - 

Dropping down the eddying river, 

With a Helmsman true and trie(3 ; 
Dropping down the perilous river, 
Mortality's dark river, 

With a sure and heavenly Gruide ; 
Even Him who, to deliver 

My soul from death, hath died ; 

Helmsman true and tried ! 

Dropping down the rapid river, 

To the dear and deathless land ; 
Dropping down the well-known river, 
Life's swoll'n and rushing river, 

To the resurrection-land ; 
Where the living live for ever, 

And the dear! have joined the band ; 

fair and blessed land ! 



121 



122 



I GO TO LIFE. 

I GO to life and not to death ; 

From darkness to life's native sky 
I go from sickness and from pain 

To health and immortality. 
Let our farewell then be tearless, 

Since I bid farewell to tears ; 
Write this day of my departure 

Festive in your coming years. 

I go from poverty to wealth. 

From rags to raiment angel-fair, 
From the pale leanness of this flesh 

To beauty such as saints shall wear. 
Let our farewell then be tearless, 

Since I bid farewell to tears ; 
"Write this day of my departure 

Festive in your coming 3'ears. 



[ GO TO LIVE. 

J go from chains to liberty, 

These fetters will be broken soon ; 
Forth over Eden's fragrant fields 

I walk beneath a glorious noon. 
Let our farewell then be tearless, 

Since I bid farewell to tears 
Write this day of my departure 

Festive in your coming years. 

For toil there comes the crowned rest ; 

Instead of burdens, eagle's wings ; 
And I, even I, this life-long thirst 

Shall quench at everlasting springs. 
Let our farewell then be tearless, 

Since I bid farewell to tears ; 
Write this day of my departure 

Festive in your coming years. 

G-od lives ! Who sa>s that I must die? 

I cannot, while Jehovah liveth ! 
Christ lives ! I cannot die, but live ; 

He life to me for ever giveth. 
Let our farewell then be tearless. 

Since I bid farewell to tears ; 
Write this day of my departure 

Festive in your coming years. 



123 



124 



THE BATTLE-SONG OF THE CHURCH. 

Fear not the foe, tliou flock of Grod, 
Fear not the sword, the spear, the rod, 

Fear not the foe ! 
He fights in vain who fights with thee ; 
Soon shalt thou see his armies flee. 

Himself laid low. 

Come, cheer thee to the toil and fight ; 
'Tis God, thy God, defen :1s the right ; 

He leads thee on. 
His sword shall scatter every foe, 
His shield shall ward off every blow ; — 

The crown is won. 

His is the battle. His the power, 
His is the triumph in that hour ; 

In Him be strong. 
So round thy brow the wreath shall twine, 
So shall the victory be thine. 

And thine the song. 



THE BATTLE-SONG OF THE CHURCH. 125 

Not long the sigh, the toil, the sweat, 
Not long the fight-day's wasting heat ; 

The shadows come 
Slack not thy weapon in the fight ; 
Courage ! for God defends the right ; 

Strike home ! strike home I 



126 



PASS 0"VER TO THY REST, 

From this bleak hill of storms, 
To yon warm sunny heights, 
Where love for ever shines, 

Pass over to thy rest, 
The rest of God ! 

From hunger and from thirst, 
From toil and weariness, 
From shadows and from dreams, 
Pass over to thy rest, 
The rest of God ! 

From tides, and winds, and waves, 
From shipwrecks of the deep. 
From parted anchors here, 

Pass over to thy rest, 
The rest of God ! 



PASS OVER TO THY REST. 

From weakness and from pain, 
From trembling and from strife, 
From watchings and from fears, 
Pass over to thy rest, 
The rest of God ! 

From vanity and lies^ 
From mockery and snares, 
From disappointed hopes, 

Pass over to thy rest, 
The rest of God ! 

From falsehoods of the age, 
From broken ties and hearts. 
From suns gone down at noon. 

Pass over to thy rest. 
The rest of God ! 

From unrealities, 

From hollow scenes of change, 

From ache and emptiness, 

Pass over to thy rest, 
The rest of God 1 



127 



128 PASS OVER TO THY REST. 

From this un anchored world. 



Whose morrow none can tell, 
From all things restless here, 

Pass over to thy rest, 
The rest of Gl-od 1 



129 



HE LIVETH LONG WHO LIVETH WELL. 

He liveth long who liveth well ! 

All other life is short and vain ; 
He liveth longest who can tell 

Of living most for heavenly gain. 

He liveth long who liveth well ! 

All else is being flung away ; 
He liveth longest who can tell 

Of true things truly clone each day. 

Waste not thy being; back to Him, 
Who freely gave it, freely give, 

Else is that being but a dream, 
'Tis but to he, and not to live. 

Be wise, and use tby wisdom well ; 

Who wisdom speaks must live it too ; 
He is the wisest who can tell 

How first he livedo then spoke, the true. 

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130 HE LIVETH LONG WHO LIVETH WELL. 

Be what tliou seemest ; live thy creed ; 

Hold up to earth the torch divine ; 
Be what thou prayest to be made ; 

Let the great Master's steps be tliine. 

Fill up each hour with what will last ; 

Buy up the moments as they go ; 
The life above, when this is past, 

Is the ripe fruit of life below. 

Sow truth if thou the true wouldst reap ; 

Who sows the false shall reap the vain ; 
Erect and sound thy conscience keep ; 

From hollow words and deeds refrain. 

Sow love and taste its fruitage pure ; 

Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright ; 
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, 

And find a harvest-home of light. 



131 



THE SELF-CHALLENGE. 

Up, drowsy hopes and loves ! 

So slow to rise, 
And pass above this ring of lower air, 
To the wide circle of the pure and fair, 

G od's upper skies ! 

"Wake, sluggish soul of mine ! 

So slow to break 
The fond old dreams of long, long summer-bloom, 
The dear deception of an earthly home ; — 

Awake, awake ! 

Laden with life's thick clay. 

Clinging to dust, 
Thou fightest against Him who fights for thee, 
Thou claspest still thy bonds and misery ; — 

Yet rise thou must ! 



ij THE SELF-CHALLENGE. 

Thy treasure is above ! 

Dost thou repine ? 
Thy dioss is changed to gold, thy gold to dross, 
Thy loss to gain, and all thy gain to loss ; — 

God's wealth is thine ! 

Thy shelter is the cross ! 

Thy peace the blood ; 
Thy light and guide the pillar-cloud above ; 
Thy resting-place the everlasting love 

Of God, thy God ! 

Thy covert is the shade 

Of lieavenly wings ; 
Thy trustiest counsellor and bosom-friend, 
Who loveth, and will love thee to the end, 

Is King of kings. 

Foe of thy foes is He ; 

Thy shield and sword ; 
He takes thy side against the proud and strong. 
He keeps thee from the spoiler's hate and "Wrong, 

Thy God and Lord ! 



THE SELF-CHALLEISGE. 183 

No ill can tliee betide ; 

Life's shadiest mood 
Brightens to sunshine in love's genial ray, 
And sorrow's slowest clouds dissolve in day ; — 

All ill is good. 

Cheer up then, silent soul, 

Press blithely on ; 
Watch not the clouds, nor shiver in the showers, 
Heed not the shadows, neither count the hours, 

Till heaven be won. 

"Work and deny thyself ; 

Take up thy cross ; 
Follow the Master wheresoe'er He leads, 
Be a disciple not in words but deeds : 

Shrink not from loss. 

Count well, count well the cost, 

Nor grudge to pay ; 
Be it reproach, or toil, or pain, or stiife, 
Be it the loss of all, — gold, fame, and life ; — 

The end is day ! 



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THE CHRIST OF GOD. 

To know the Christ of G-od, 

The everlasting Son ; 
To know what He on earth, 
For guilty man has done : 
This is the first and last 

Of all that's true and wise ; 
The circle that contains all light 
Beneath, above, the skies. 

Father, unseal my eyes, 
Unveil my veiled heart. 

Reveal this Christ to me f 

The Christ, the Incarnate Son, 
The Christ, the eternal Word ; 

The Christ, heaven's glorious King, 
The Christ, earth's coming Lord. 



THE CHRiSl OF GOD, 135 

The Christ, the sum of all 

Jehovah's power and grace, 
Goid's treasure-house of truth and love, 
The brightness of his face. 

Father, unseal my eyes, 
Unveil my veiled heart, 

Eeveal this Christ to me ! 

The Christ who took man's flesh ; 

Who lived man's life below; 
Who died man's death for man, — 

The death of shame and w^oe. 
The Christ who, from the Cross, 

Descended to man's grave, 

Then rose in victory and joy, 

Mighty to bless and save ! 

Father, unseal my eyes, 
Unveil my veiled heart, 
Eeveal this Christ to me I 



136 



FOR LACK OF LOVE. 

For lack of love I languish, 
For lack of light I pine ; 

Good Jesu, soothe my anguish, 
And heal this soul of mine ; 

This soul whose only rest 

Is on thy soft and loving hreast. 

From lack of strength I'm sinking, 
give me strength divine ; 

And let me still be drinking, 
Each day, the heavenly wine ; 

The wine that cheers the heart 

And bids its feebleness depart. 

For lack of faith I'm failing, 
Hand, heart, and head are low; 

Exulting and prevailing, 
Comes on my hellish foe. 

Make haste, Mighty One, 

Help, Jcjii, or my faith is gone. 



FOR LACK OF LOVE. 137 

For lack of joy I'm losing 

All heart to work ft^r thee ; 
At every pore out-oozing, 

Life goeth fast from me. 
Give back my joy and light, 
Lest all with these should take their flight. 

How little have I known thee, 

Still less have served and loved ; 
Yet still I own, I own thee, 

keep my soul unmoved. 
Teach me true service here. 
The service of true love and fear. 

I bargain not for blessing, 

1 leave that to thy will ; 

But keep me from transgressing, 

keep me faithful still. 
keep me true to thee. 
Unchanged in fervent loyalty. 

All that I need thou knowest, 

Beyond what I can tell ; 
And all these thou bestowest ; 

Oh tliis contents me well ! 
In thy wi&e giving thus I rest, 
Knowing how surely I am blest. 



138 



THE SIN AND THE SINBEARER. 

Humanity hath sinned ! 

Not Adam, hut the race has met its fall : 
Life has gone out from earth, 

"Who shall that life recall ? 

He only who is man ! 

Man and yet God, — he can undo the fall ; 
True flesh and hlood of earth, 

He can that life recall. 

Creation has been struck ! 

Not Eden, hut the universal earth ; 
All things beneath the sun 

Are smitten from their birth. 

He only loves and saves ! 

Whose cross hath borne creation's deadly wron| 
Whose blood si i all purge away 

Creation's stains ere lonff. 



THE SIN AND THE SI^•BEARER. 139 

He, the last Adam, lives ! 

He died, was buried, and yet liveth still ; 
Victor o'er hellish hate, 

Victor o'er human ill ! 

His life is life for us ! 

His joy, his crown, his glory are our own ; 
For us he fought the fight. 

For us he won the throne. 



140 



IS THIS ALL? 

Sometimes I catch siveet glimpses ofliisface^ 

But that is all. 
Sometimes he looks on me and seems to smiley 

But that is all. 
Sometimes he sjjeaks a passing ivord of peacCj 

But that is all. 
Sometimes I think I hear his loving voice 

Upon me call. 

And is this all he meant when thus he spoke,- 

" Come unto me ? " 
Is there no deeper, more enduring rest 

Tn him for thee ? 
Is there no steadier light for thee in him ? 

come and see. 

come and see ! look, and look again ; 

All sliall be right ; 
Oh taste his lo\c, and see that it is good, 

Thou child of night. 



IS THIS ALL ? 141 

Oil trust tlion. trust thou in his grace and power, 
Then all is bright. 

Nay, do not wrong him b}' thy heavy thoughts, 

T^ut love his love. 
Do thou full justice to his tenderness, 

His mercy prove ; 
Take him for what he is ; take him all, 

And look above ! 

Then shall thy tossing soul find anchorage, 

And stedfast peace ; 
Thy love shall rest on his ; thy weary doubts 

For ever cease. 
Thy heart shall find in him, and in his grace, 

Its rest and biiss ! 

Christ and his love shall be thy blessed all 

For evermore ' 
Christ and his light shall shine on all thy ways 

For evermore ! 
Christ and his peace shall keep thy troubled soul 

For evermore ! 



142 



THE GREAT MESSAGE. 



Quo vos magistri gloria, quo salu3 
Invitat orbis, sancta cohors Dei 
Portate veibura." OLD HymN. 



Apostles of the risen Christ, go forth ! 

Let love compel. 
Go, and in risen power proclaim his worth, 
O'er every region of the dead, cold earth, — 

His glory tell ! 

Tell how he lived, and toiled, and wept helow ; 

Tell all his love ; 
Tell the dread wondeis of his awful woe ; 
Tell how he fought our fight, and smote oui foe, 

Then rose above ! 

Tell how in weakness he was crucified, 

]>ut rose in power ; 
Went up on high, accepted, glorified ; 
News of his victory spread far and wide, 

From hour to hour. 



THE GREAT MEPSAGK. 143. 

Tell how be sits at tlie right hand of God 

In glory bright, 
Making the lieaven of heavens his glad abode ; 
Tell how he cometli with the iron rod 

His foes to smite. 

Tell how his kingdom shall thro' ages stand, 

And never cease ; 
Spreading like sunshine over every land, 
All nations bowing to his high command, 

Great Prince of peace ! 



144 



THE BETTER WILL. 

^o have, each day, the thing I wish, 
Lord, that seems best to me ; 

But not to have the thing I wish, 
Lord, that seems best to thee. 

'Tis hard to say without a sigh, 
Lord, let thy will be done ; 

'Tis hard to say. My will is thine. 
And thine is mine alone. 

Most truly then thy will is done, 
When mine, Lord, is cross'd : 

'Tis good to see my plans o'erthrown, 
My ways in thine all lost. 

Whatever thy purpose be, Lord, 
In things or great or small. 

Let each minutest part be done. 
That thou may'st still be all. 



THE P.ETTER -WIT.E. 145 

In all the little things of life, 

Thyself, Lord, may I see ; 
In little and in great alike 

Beveal thy love to me. 

So shall my undivided life 

To thee, my God, be given ; 
And all this earthly course below 

Be one dear path to heaven. 



146 



HYMN OF THE LAST DAYS. 



" Quia iniquitas 

Mill turn excrescit, 
Fervida charitas 

Heu refrigescit."— Old Hymn. 

"Quantum accedit finis mundi crescunt errores, crebrescunt 
terrores ; crescit iniquitas, crescit infidelitas." — AUGUST. 



Help, mighty God ! 

The strong man bows himself, 
The good and wise are few, 

The standard-bearers faint, 
The enemy prevails. 
Help, God of might, 
In this thy Church's night ! 

Help, mighty God ! 

Evil is now our good, 
And error is our truth, 

I)aikne.<s is now our light, 
Iniquity o'erfiows. 
Help, Grod of might, 
Defend, defend the rio-ht I 



HYMN OF THE LAST DAYS. 147 

Help, mighty God ! 

Men turn their ear away 
From the great voice divine ; 
And each one seeks his own 
Dark oracle of lies. 
Help, God of might. 
The idols, Lord, affright ! 

Help, mighty God ! 

Men slight the grace divine. 
They mock the glorious love ; 
And the great gift of God 
Is as a thing of nought. 
Help, God of might. 
The foe arise and smite ! 

Help, mighty God ! 

The hlind now lead the Mind, 
Man has become as God, 

The tree of knowledge now 
Bears its last, ripest fruit ! 
Help, God of might. 
For us come forth and fidit ! 



148 n\"M^ OF THE LAST DAYS. 

Help, mighty God ! 

The perfect word of heaven 
Is as the Sibyl's scroll ; 

And the great mount of Grod 
Is as Dodona's shrine. 
Help, God of might, 
And in the dark give light ! 

Help, mighty God ! 

The cross is growing old, 
And the great sepulchre 
Is but a Hebrew tomb ! 
The Christ has died in vain ! 
Help, God of might, 
Else shall faith perish quite ! 

Help, mighty God ! 

The Christ of ages past 
Is now the Christ no more I / 
Altar and fire are gone, 
The victim but a dream ! 
Help, God of might, 



HYMN OF THE LAST DAYS. 149 

Help, mighty Grod ! 

The world is waxing grey, 
And charity grows chill, 
And faith is at its ebb. 
And hope is withering 1 
Help, God of might, 
Appear in glory bright I 



150 



CREATION IN EARNEST. 

EVER -EARNEST SUn ! 

Unwearied in thy work, 
Un halting in thy course, 
Unlingering in thy path, 

Teach me thy earnest ways, 

That mine may be a life of stedfast work 
and praise. 

ever-earnest stars ! 

Unchanging in your light. 
Unfaltering in joui race, 
Unswerving in your round. 

Teach me your earnest ways 
That mine may be a life of stedfast work 
and praise. 



CREATION IN EARNEST. ] 5 1 

ever-earnest earth ! 

Doing thy Maker's work, 
Fulfilling his great will, 
With all thy morns and evens, 
Teach me thy earnest ways, 
That mine may be a life of stedfast work 
and praise. 

ever-earnest streams ! 

Flowing still on and on, 
Through vale, or field, or moor, 
In darkness or in light. 

Teach me your earnest ways, . 
That mine may be a life of stedfast work 
and praise. 

ever-earnest flowers ! 

That with untiring growth 
Shoot up, and spread abroad 
Your fragrance and your joy, 

Teach me your earnest ways, 
That mine may be a life of stedfast work 
and praise. 



152 CREATION IN EARNEST, 

ever-earnest sea ! 

' Constant in flow and ebb, 
Heaving to moon and sun, 
Unchanging in thy change, 

Teach me thy earnest ways, 
That mine may be a life of stedfast work 
and praise. 



163 



THE THREE WEEPERS. 

Sorrow weeps ! — 

And drowns its bitterness in tears ; 

My cliild of sorrow, 

Weep out the fulness of thy passionate grief, 

And drown in tears 

The bitterness of lonely years. 

God gives the rain and sunshine mild, 

And both are best, my child ! 

Joy weeps ! — 

And overflows its banks with tears ; 

My child of joy. 

Weep out the gladness of thy pent-up heart, 

And let thy glistening eyes 

Run over in their ecstasies ; 

Life needeth joy ; but from on high 

Descends what cannot die ! 



154: SORROW, JOY, AJ^D LOVE. 

Love veeps ! — 

And feeds its silent life with tears ; 

My child of love, 

Pour out the riches of thy yearning heart, 

And, like the air of even, 

G-ive and take hack the dew of heaven ; 

And let that longing heart of thine 

Feed upon love divine ! 



155 



HE DIED AND LIVES. 

I HEAR the words of love, 

I gaze upon the blood, 
I see the mighty sacrifice, 

And I have peace with G-od. 

'Tis everlasting peace ! 

Sure as Jehovah's name, 
'Tis stable as his stedfast throne, 

For evermore the same. 

The clouds may go and come. 
And storms may sweep my sky, 

This blood-sealed friendship changes not, 
The cross is ever nigh. 

My love is oftimes low. 

My joy still ebbs and flows, 
J3ut peace with him remains the same, 

No change Jehovah knows. 



156 ' HE DIED AND LIVES. 

That which can bhake the cross 
May shake the peace it gave, 

Which tells me Christ has never died, 
Or never left the grave ! 

Till then my peace is sure, 
It will not, cannot yield, 

Jesus, I know, has died and lives, — 
On this firm rock I build. 

I change, he changes not, 
The Christ can never die ; 

His love, not mine, the resting-place, 
His truth, not mine, the tie. 

The cross still stands unchanged, 
Though heaven is now his home, 

The mighty stone is rolled away, 
But yonder is his tomb ! 

And yonder is my peace, 
The grave of all my woes ! 

I know the Son of God has come, 
T know he died and rose. 



HE 1>IED AND LIVES. 157 

I know he liveth now, 

At God's right hand above, 
I know the throne on which he sits, 

I know his truth and love ! 



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THE ANCHOR WITHIN THE VEIL. 

Amid the shadows and the fears 
That overcloud this home of tears, 
Amid my poverty and sin, 
The tempest and the war within, 

I cast my soul on Thee, 

Mighty to save even me, 

Jesus, thou Son of God ! 

Drifting across a sunless sea. 
Cold, heavy mist encurtaining me ; 
Toiling along life's broken road, 
With snares around and foes abroad, 

I cast my soul on Thee, 

Mighty to save even me, 

Jesus, thou Son of G-od ! 



THE ANCHOR WITHIN THE VEIL. loO 

Mine is a day of fear and strife, 
A needy soul, a needy life, 
A needy world, a needy age ; 
Yet in my perilous pilgrimage, 

I cast my soul on Thee, 

Mighty to save even me, 

Jesus, thou Son of God ! 

To Thee I come ; — ah, only thou 
Canst wipe the sweat from oft' this hrow ; 
Thou, only thou canst make me whole, 
And soothe the fever of my soul ; 

I cast my soul oq Thee, 

Mighty to save even me, 

Jesus, thou Son of God ! 

On Thee I rest ; — thy love and grace 
Are my sole rock and resting-place, 
In Thee, my thirst and hunger sore 
Lord, let me quench for evermore. 

I cast my soul on Thee, 

Mighty to save even me, 

Jesus, thou Son of God ! 



160 THE ANCHOR WITUIN THE VEIL. 

'Tis eartli, not heaven ; 'tis night, not noon; 
The soiTOwless is coming soon ; 
But till the morn of love appears, 
Which ends the travail and the tears, 

I cast my soul on Thee, 

Mighty to save even me. 

Jesus, thou Son of God I 



161 



HE WEPT OVER IT. 

Shew me the tears, the tears of tender love, 

Wept over Salem in her evil day ; 
VVhen grace and righteousness together strove, 

And grace at length to righteousness gave way. 

Dread hour of conflict between law and love ! — 
When not from tears could'st thou, Christ, 
refrain ; 

When grace went forth to save, but like the dove. 
Returned disconsolate, its errand vain. 

Theirs the great woe, yet thine, Lord, the deep 
And awful anguish for their coming fears ; 

Thou weepedst because they refused to weep. 
And grief divine found vent in human tears. 

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162 HE WEi'T OVER IT. 

They closed the ear against thy tender words ; 

They chose another lord, and spurned thy sway ; 
Thou would'st have drawn them, but they snapped 
thy cords ; 
Thou would'st have blest them, but they turned 
away. 

Thou lovedst them, but they would not be loved, 
And human hatred fought with love divine ; 

They saw thee shed the tears of love unmoved, 

And mocked the grace that would have made them 
thine. 

Son of God, who earnest from above 

To take my flesh, to bear my bitter cross ; 

Shew me thy tears, thy tears of tender love. 
That I for thee may count all gain but loss. 

That I may know thee, and by thee be known ; 

That I may love thee, and may taste thy love ; 
1'hat I may win thee, and in thee a crown ; 

That I may rest and reign with thee above. 



1 03 



BEGIN WITH GOD. 

Begin the day with God ! 

He is thy sun and day ; 
His is the radiance of thy dawn, 

To him address thy lay. 

Sing a new song at morn ! 

Join the glad woods and hills ; 
Join the fresh winds and seas and plains, 

Join the Itright flowers and rills. 

Sing thy first song to God ! 

Not to thy t'ellow-man ; 
Not to the creatures of his hand, 

Eiit to the glorious One. 

Awake, cold lips, and sing ! 

Arise, dull hnees, and pray; 
Lift up, man, thy heart and eyes ; 

Blush slothfulness away. 



1,64 i;!:aiN with god. 

Look up, IjLn^ond these cloTids ! 

Thither tliy pathway lies ; 
Mount up, away, and linger not, 

Thy goal is yonder skies. 

Cast every weight aside ! 

Do battle with each sin ; 
Fight with the faithless world without, 

The faitliless heart within. 

Take thy first meal with God ! 

He is tliy heavenly food ; - 
Feed luith and on him ; he with thee 

Will feast in brotherhood. 

Take thy first walk with God ! 

Let him go forth with thee ; 
By stream or sea or mountain-path, 

Seek still his company. 

Thy first transaction be 
With God himself above ; 

So shall thy business prosper well, 
And all the day be love. 



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WHY WALK IN DARKNESS? 

Why Avalk in darkness ? Has the dear liglit vanished, 

That gave us joy and day ? 
Has the great Sun departed ? Has sin banished 

His life-begetting ray ? 

Light of the world ! for ever, ever shining ; 

There is no change in thee ; 
True light of life, all joy and health enshrining, 

Thou canst not fade nor flee. 

Thou hast arisen ; but thou descendest never; 

To day shines as the past ; 
All that thou wast, thou art, and shalt be ever ; — 

Brightness from first to last ! 

Night visits not thy sky, nor storm, nor sadness; 

Day fills up all its blue : 
Unfailing beauty, and unfaltering gladness. 

And love, for ever new ! 



1G6 WHY WALK IN DARKNESS? 

Why walk in darkness ? Our true light yet shineth, 

It is not night but day ! 
All healing and all peace his light enslirineth, 

Why shun his loviiig ray ? 

Are night and shadows better, truer, dearer, 

Than day and joy and love ? 
Do tremblings and misgivings bring us nearer 

To the great God of love ? 

Light of the world ! undimming and unset ting, 

Oh shine each mist away ! 
Banish the fear, the falsehood, and the fretting, 

Be our unchanging day ! 



IG^ 



THE YOICE OF THE BELOVED. 

'Tis tlie Beloved from the glory calls ! 

I would not, even though I might, delay. 
Like a home-greeting the glad summons falls, 

And I, unloitering now, must haste away. 

*Tis the Beloved from the mountain calls ! 

The hill of incense, where the gentle day 
Rises in balm, and night no more enthrals 

The Captive earth, in its bewildering sway. 

'Tis the Beloved from the city calls ! 

Oh jo}^ at last to hear the song of day ! 
It steals all sweetly down from these bright walls, 

And bids these cloudy thoughts and di'eams give 
way. 

'Tis the Beloved from the palace calls I 

He l)ids me quit these cells of crumbling clay ; 

Boff the sad sable of these earthly palls, 
And join the joy of the immortal lay. 



1(38 THK VOICE OF THE BELOVED. 

Tis tlie Beloved from the feast-board calls ! 

The Ih-idegroom bids his Bride no longer stay; 
Upward he beckons to the royal halls, 

To bask in royal love and light for aye. 

'Tis the Beloved from his vineyard calls ! 

Winter is past, now breathes the fragrant May; 
The desert-fasts are o'er, and festivals 

Begin ; my love, arise and come away. 

'Tis the Beloved from the temple calls ! 

And I, his priest, with willing feet, obey. 
With stole, and crown, and censer, he instals 

His risen priesthood in their new array. 

Oh call, Beloved ! — Heavenly Bridegroom call ! 

Am I not listening for the long-loved voice ? 
Oh keep not silence ! Call, Beloved, call, 

And bid this longing heart at length rejoice I 



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IHE NEAY SONG. 

Beyond tli3 hills where suns go down, 
And brightly beckon as they go ; 

I see the land of far renown, 

The land which I so soon shall know. 

Above the dissonance of time, 
And discord of its angrj^ words, 

I hear the everlasting chime, 
The music of un jarring chords. 

1 bid it welcome ; and my haste 
To join it cannot brook delay ; — 

song of morning, come at last. 
And ye who sing it, come away ! 

song of light, and dawn, and bliss, 
Sound over earth, and fill these skies, 

Nor ever, ever, ever cease 

Tly soul-entrancing melodies. 



170 THE NEW SONG. 

Glad song of this disburdened earth, 
Wliicli holy voices then shall sing ; 

Praise for creation's second birth, 
And glory to creation's King ! 



171 



BLESS THE LORD. 



' I-audet Deum omnis os, 
Quia patet nova dos, 
De escelso cad it ros, 
Et in terra crescit flos 
Cnjus udor sanat nos." 

Hymnus de Vita Chbisti, 



SrEAK, lips of mine ! 

And tell abroad 

llie praises of thy God. 
Speak, stammering tongue ! 

In gladdest tone, 

Make his high praises known. 



Speak, sea and earth ! 

Heaven's utmost star 

Speak from your realms afar 1 
Take up the note. 

And send it round 

Creation's farthest hound. 



172 TLESS THE LORD. 

Speak, heaven of heavens ! 
^Yherein our God 
Has made his bright abode. 

Speak, angels speak ! 
In songs prochiim 
His everhisting name. 

Speak, son of dust ! 

Thy flesh he took, 

And heaven for thee forsoolr 

Speak, child of death ! 
Thy death he died, 
Bless thou the Crucified I 



173 



THE CRY OF THE WEARY. 

Light of light, shine in I 
Cast out this night of sin ; 

Create true day within ; 

Light of light, shine in 1 

Joy of joys, come in ! 
End thou this grief of sin ; 

Create calm peace within ; 

Joy of joys, come in ! 

Life of life, pour in ! 
Expel this death of sin ; 

Awake true life within ; 

Life of life, pour in ! 

Love of love, flow in ! 
This hateful root of sin 

Pluck up, destroy within ; 

Love of love, flow in ! 



174 THE CRY OF THE WEARY. 

Heaven of heavens, descend ! 

This cloudy curtain rend, 

And all earth's turmoil end, 
Heaven of heavens, descend ! 

My Grod and Lord, Oh come ! 
Of joys the Joy and Sum, 

Make in this heart thy home ; 

My Grod and Lord, C)h come ! 



irn 



KOT WHAT THESE HANDS HAYE DONE. 

KoT wliat these hands have done 

Can save this guilty soul ; 
Not what this toiling flesh has borne 

Can make my spirit whole. 

Not what I feel or do 

Can give me peace with God ; 

Not all my prayers, and sighs, and tears, 
Can bear my awful load. 

Thy work alone, Christ, 

Can ease this weight of sin ; 
Thy blood alone, Lamb of God, 

Can give me f)eace within. 

Thy love to me, God, 

Not mine, Lord, to thee, 
Can rid me of this dark unrest, 

And set my spirit free. 



NOT WIIV THESE HANDS HAVE DONE. 

Thy grace alone, God, 

To me can pardon speak ; 
Thy power alone, Son of God, 

Can this sore bondage break. 

No other work, save thine, 

No meaner blood will do ; 
No strength, save that which is divine, 

Can bear me safely through. 

I bless the Christ of God ; 

I rest on love divine ; 
And with unfaltering lip and heart, 

I call this Saviour mine. 

His cross dispels each doubt ; 

I bury in his tomb 
Each thought of unbelief and fear, 

Each lingering shade of gloom. 

I praise the God of grace ; 

I trust his truth and might; 
He calls me his, I call him mine, 

My God, my joy, my light. 



KOT WHAT THESE HANDS HAVE DONE. 177 

In him is only good, 

In me is only ill ; 
My ill but draws his goodness forth, 

And me he loveth still. 

'Tis he who savetli mc, 

And freely pardon gives ; 
I love because he loveth me, 

I live because he lives. 

My life with him is hid, 

My death has passed away, 
My clouds have melted into light, 

My midnight into day. 



GOLD AND THE HEART 

Gold filletli none ! 

That which has life 

Alone can fill the living; 

That which has love 

Alone can fill the loving. 

Gold is not life or love, 

It is not rest or joy; 

It withers up the heart, 

It shrivels up the soul ; 

It fiUeth coffers, hearts it cannot fill. 

Gold healeth none ! 

It has no balm for wounds, 

It binds no broken hearts, 

It smooths no ru filed brow, 

It calms no inner storm. 

It cannot buy from heaven 

One drop of rain or dew, 

One beam of sun or star,. 

Far less the heavenly shower, 

Or light, that has the healing in its wings. 



170 



SANCTA THERESA. 

"Milii op[)iduin career, et solitudo Paradisus est." — Jerome. 

"0 quoties in cranio constltutus. putaham ii:e Romanis interesse 
deliciis. . , Ille ego qui ob geheniKio uietum tali mo carcere dain- 
naveram, ssepe choris iutereram pueljarum. Pallebant ora jejuniis, 
et mens desideriis a;stuabat, . . soialibi'linum inceudia buUiebant. 
Sunt qui huraoro ccllularum, immoderatisque jejuniis, tsedio 
solitudinis, ac nimia lectionc, vertuntur in melancholiara."' — Idem. 

This is no lieaven ! 

And yet tliey told me that all lieaven was here, 

This life the foretaste of a life more dear ; 

That all heyond this convent-cell 

"Was but a fairer hell ; 

That all was ecstasy and song within, 

That all without was tempest, gloom, and sin. 

Ah me, it is not so. 

This is no heaven, I know! 

This is not rest! 

And yet they told me that all re«t was here, 
Within these walls the medichie and the cheei 
For broken hearts ; that all without 
Was trembling, weariness, and doubt; 



180 SANCTA THERESA- 

This the sure ark v/hich floats above the wavo, 
Strong in life's flood to shelter and to save ; 
This the still mountain-lake, 
Which winds can never shake. 
Ah me, it is not so, 
This is not rest, I know! 

This is not light ! 

And yet they told me that all light wa«s here — ' 

Light of the holier sphere ; 

That, through this lattice seen, 

Clearer and more serene, 

The clear stars ever shone, 

Shining for me alone ; 

And the bright moon more bright, 

Seen in the lone blue night 

I3y ever-watching eyes. 

The sun of convent-skies. 

Ah me, it is not so^ 

This is not light, I know ! 

This is not love ! 

And yet they told me that all love was here, 
Sweetening the silent atmosphere ; 



SANXTA tiihrl:sa. 



181 



All green, without a faded leaf, 

All smooth, without a fret, or cross, or grief; 

Fresh as young May, 

Yet cairn as Autumn's softest day. 

No balm like convent-air. 

No hues of Paradise so fair ! 

A jealous, peevish, hating world beyond, 

Within, love's loveliest bond ; 

Envy and discord in the haunts of men, 

Here, Eden's harmony again. 

Ah me, it is not so, 

Here is no love, T know ! 

This is not home ! 

And yet for this I left my girlhood's bower, 

Shook the fresh dew from April's budding flower, 

Cut oif my golden hair. 

Forsook the dear and fair, 

And fled, as from a serpent's eyes. 

Home and its holiest charities; 

Instead of all things beautiful. 

Took tin's decaying skull. 

Hour after hour to feed ny eye, 

As if foul gaze like this could purify; 



182 8ANGTA TIIEIIE8A. 

Broke the sweet ties that God had given, 

And sought to win his heaven 

By leaving home-work all undone, 

The home-race all unrun, 

The fair home-garden all untill'd, 

The home-afiections all unfilFd ; 

As if these common rounds of work and love 

"Were drags to one whose spirit soared above 

Life's tame and easy circle, and who fain 

"Would earn her crown by self-sought toil and pain; 

Led captive by a mystic power, 

Dazzled by visions in the moody hour, 

"When, sick of earth, and self, and vanity, 

I longed to be alone or die ; 

Mocked by my own self-brooding heart, 

And plied with every wile and art 

That could seduce a young and yearning soul 

To start for some mysterious goal, 

And seek, in cell or savage waste, 

The cure of blighted hope and love misplaced. 

•» -A' ;!; H< * 

Yet 'tis not the hard bed, nor lattice small, 
Nor the dull damp of this cold convent- wall ; 
'Tis not the frost on these thick prison-bars, 



BA^xCTA THLKESA. 183 

Nor the keen shiver of these wintry stars; 

Not this coarse raiment, nor this coarser food, 

Nor bloodless lip of withering womanhood ; 

'Tis not all these that make me sigh and fret, 

'Tis something deeper yet, — 

The unutterable void within, 

The dark fierce warfare with this heart of siu, 

The inner bondage, fever, storm, and woe, 

The hopeless conflict with my hellish foe, 

'Gainst whom this grated lattice is no shield, 

To whom this cell is victory's chosen field. 
***** 

Here is no balm 

For stricken hearts ; no calm 

For fevered souls ; no cure 

For minds diseased ; the impure 

Becomes impurer in this stagnant air; 

My cell becomes my tempter and my snare, 

And vainer dreams than e'er I dreamt before 

Crowd in at its low door. 

And have I fled, my God, from thee, 

From thy glad love and liberty ; 

And left the road where blessings fall like light, 

For self-made by-patlis shaded o'er with night ? 



1 S4 SANCTA THERESA. 

Oil lead me back, my God, 

To the forsaken road, 

Life's common beat, that there. 

Even in the midst of toil and care 

I may find thee, 

And in thy love be free I 



LORD, THOU ART MINE. 



Si me laves mox mundabor, 

Nisi sanas non curabor." — OLD HtMN. 



Lord, thou art mine, 
Send help to me ! 
Christ, I am thine. 
Deliver me ! 

Then shall I praise, and sing, 

" My soul, bless thou thy G-od and King; 

Mercies are thine, 

Remember me ! 

Sad sins are mine. 

Oh pardon me ! 

Then shall 1 praise, and sing, 

"My soul, bless thou thy G-od and King. 



186 LORD; THOU ART MINE 

Goodness is thinej 
Lord, pity me ; 
Evil is mine, 

Forsake not me ! 

Then shall I praise, and sing, 

" My soul, bless thou thy God and King/ 

All light is thine, 

Oh shine on me ! 
Darkness is mine, 
Enlighten me ! 

Then shall I praise, and sing, 

" My soul, bless thou thy God and King/ 

True life is thine, 

Breathe it on pae ; 
All death is mine, 
Oh quicken me ! 

Then shall I praise, and sing, 

'' My soul, bless thou thy God and King/ 



187 



SMOOTH EVERY WAVE. 

Smooth every wave this heart within ; 

Let no dark tempest gather here ; 
Calm every ripple, till my sea 

Be, like the polished silver, fair. 

One word of old still'd raging wind, 

And " Peace, be still," subdued the wave; 

Let that dear word again be heard, 
And let the tempest cease to rave. 

Jesu ! thy word is mighty still, 
Creation knows it ; let his heart 

Know it in all its grace and power, 
I'ill every tumult thence depart. 



1S8 



LET US GO FORTH. 

Heb. xiii. 13. 

Silent, like men in solemn haste, 
Girded wayfarers of the waste, 
We pass out at the world's wide gate, 
Turning our back on all its state ; 
We press along the narrow road 
That leads to life, to bliss, to Grod. 

We cannot and we would not stay ; 

We dread the snares that throng the way, 

We fling aside the weight and sin, 

Resolved tlie victory to win ; 

We know the peril, but our eyes 

Rest on the splendour of the prize. 

No idling now, no wasteful sleep, 
From Christian toil our limbs to keep; 
No shrinking from the desperate fight 
No thought of yielding or of flight. 
No love of present gain or ease. 
No seeking man nor self to please. 



LET US GO FOTITH. 189 

No sorrow for tlie loss of fame, 
No dread of scandal on our name ; 
No terror for the world's sharp scorn, 
No v/ish that taunting to return ; 
No hatred can our hatred move, 
And enmity but kindles love. 

No sigh for laughter left behind, 
Or pleasures scattered to the wind. 
No looking back on Sodom's plains, 
No listening still to Babel's strains. 
No tears for Egypt's song and smile. 
No thirsting for its flowing Nile. 

No vanity nor folly now ; 

No fading garland round our brow, 

No moody musings in the grove, 

No pang of disappointed love, 

With the brave heart and steady eye, 

We onward march to victory. 

What though with v/eariness oppress'd ? — 
'Tis but a little, and we rest. 
This throbbing heart and burning brain 
Will soon be calm and cool again. 
Night is far spent and morn is near, — 
Morn of the cloudless and the clear: 



190 LET US GO FORTH. 

'Tis but a little, and we come 

To onr reward, our crown, our home ! 

Another year, it may be less, 

And we have cross'd the wilderness, 

Finish'd the toil, the rest begun. 

The battle fought, the triumph won ! 

"VVe grudge not, then, the toil, the way; 

Its ending is the endless day ! 

We shrink not from these tempests keen, 

With little of the calm between ; 

We welcome each descending sun ; — 

Ere morn, our joy may be begun 1 



191 



TIIOU BELIEVEST? WHAT THEN? 

Art thou a saint ? And doth 

Thy God thee own ? 
Call thee a child, an heir, a chosen one, 
One with himself and his beloved Son, 

Heir of his crown ? 

Hast thou the love of Christ 

Thy Saviour known ? — 
The love that passeth knowledge, the rich grace 
That stooped to poverty and death, to place 

Thee on his throne ? 

Know'st thou the Christ of God? 

His cross and love ? 
Then art thou severed from this drossy earth, 
Linked to the city of thy better birth. 

The land above ! 



192 THOU l^ELTKVESl ? WHAT TEEN ? 

])eaLl, yet alive, thou art ; 

Alive yet dead ; 
Thy oL:l life buried in thy Surety's tomb, 
Thy new life hid in God 'bcve death and doom, 

With Christ thy Head ! 

Thy life is not below ; 

'Tis all on high ! 
The Living One now lives for thee above, 
The Loving One now pleads for thee in love, 

Thou canst not die ! 

Live then the life of faitli ! 

The life divine ; 
Live in and on this ever-living One, 
AVho bears thee on his heart before the throne, 

His life is thine ! 

Pass on from strength to strength, 

Faint not nor yield ; 
With girded loins press on, the goal is near, 
With ready sword fight God's great battle here, 

Win thou the field ! 



THOU BELIEVKST ? WHAT THEN ? 193 

No rest nor slumber now, 

Watch and be strong ! 
Love is the smoother of the rugged way, 
And Hope, at midnight, as in brightest day, 

Breaks forth in song I 



194 



ECCE HOMO! 

Jesu, Saviour, Son of Grod, 
Bearer of the sinner's load ; 

Breaker of the captive's chain, 
Cleanser of the giiilty's stain ; 

Thou the sinner's death hast died, 
Thou for us wast crucified ; 

For our sin thy flesh was torn, 
Thou the penalty hast borne, 

Of our guilt, upon the tree, 
Which the Falher laid on thee! 

Saviour, Surety, Lamb of God, 
Thou hast bought us with thy blood; 

Thou hast wiped the debt away, 
Nothing left for us to pay ; 



ECCE HOMO. 195 

Nothing left for us to Lear, 
Nothing left for us to share, 

But the pardon and the bliss, 
But the love, the light, the peace. 

I to thee will look and live, 
And, in looking, praises give. 

Looking lightens, looking heals, 
Looking all the gladness seals ; 



Looking breaks the binding chain, 
Looking sets us free again ; 



Looking scatters all our night. 
Makes our faces shine with light; 



Looking quickens, strengthens, brings 
Heavenly gladness on its wings ! 

Jesu, Saviour, Son of God, 
Bearer of the sinner's load, 



19G EccE HOMO. 

I would rise to thee above, 

I would look, and praise, and love ; 

Ever looking let me be 

At the blood-besprinkled tree, 

Blessing thee with lip and soul, 
While the endless ages roil. 



197 



THE SINNER'S BURIAL. 



"So I saw the wicked buried, who had come and gone from the 
place of the holy ; and they were forgotten in the city where they 
had so done." — EccLES. vili. 10. 



Wrai'T in a Christless slircud, 
He sleeps tiie Christless sleep; 

Above him, the eternal cloudj 
.Beneath, the fiery deep. 

Laid in a Christless tomb, 

There, bound with felon-chain, 

He waits the terrors of his doom, 
The judgment and the pain. 

Christless shroud, how cold, 
How dark, Christless tomb ! 

grief that never can grow old, 
endless, hopeless doom ! 



198 THE sinner's burial. 

Christless sleep, how sad ! 

What -waking shalt thou know ? 
For thee no star, no dawning glad, 

Only the lasting woe ! 

To rocks and hills in vain 
Shall be the sinner's call ; 

day of wrath, and death, and pain, 
The lost soul's funeral ! 

Christless soul, awake 
Ere thy last sleep begin ! 

Christ, the sleeper's slumbers break, 
Burst thou tlie bands? of sin ! 



199 



THE LORD NEEDETII TIIEE. 

Jesus, thou needest me, 

Even me, thou Light divine; 

Son of Grod, thou needest me, 
Thou needest sins like mine. 

Thy fuhiess needs m}^ want, 

Thy wealth my poverty ; 
Thy healing skill my sickness needs, 

Thy joy my misery. 

Thy strength my weakness needs, 
Thy grace my worthlessness ; 

Thy greatness needs a worm like me 
To cherish and to hless. 

Thy life needs death like mine, 
To shew its quickening power ; 

Infinity the finite needs, 
Th' eternal needs the hour. 



200 THE LORD NEEDETII THEE. 

Earth, with its vales and hills, 
Needeth the daily sun ; 

This daily sun of ours, — it needs 
An earth to shine upon. 

This evil, froward soul 
Needeth a love like thine ; 

A love like thine, loving Christ, 
Needeth a soul like mine. 

Thy fulness. Son of G-od, 
Thus needy maketh thee ; 

Thy glory, thou glorious One, 
Seeketh its rest in me. 

It was thy need of me 

That brought thee from above ; 
Ife is my need of thee, O Lord, 

That draws me to thy love. 



201 



BECKON US UPWARD. 

Beckon r.s upvv'ard, ever-soaring clouds, 

That gleam like fringes of these curtaining skies 

Beckon us up, and, as ye beckon, draw, 
draw us, draw us, and we shall arise ! 

Beckon us upward, each sky-loving peak, 
Whose home is far ahove these vales of sin ; 

'Tis earth around us, but from you there breaks 
A light which bids us rise and enter in. 

The sun is on your heights ! And, from these cliffs, 
It speaks to us of love and glory there ; 

Like some fresh, joyous angel that alights 
To call us upward to the good and fair. 

It says, the better sun is just at hand. 

And with him all tru3 dayspring; — great sun, 

Sun of all earth and heaven, ascend and shine, 
And let this darkness pass, this night be done. 



202 BECKON us UrV/ARH. 

liappy soul, when tliis fair sun sliall rise, 
And cliase tliy darkness with his light divine ; 

happy earth, when this long day shall break, 
And flood with glory these low vales of thine. 



203 



COME, MIGHTY SPIRIT. 

Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate 

This heart and soul of mine; 
And my whole being, with thy grace, 

Pervade, Life divine ! 

As this clear air surrounds the earth, 

Thy grace around me roll ; 
As the fresh light pervades the air, 

So pierce and fill my soul. 

As, from these clouds, drops down in love 

The precious summer rain, 
So, from thyself, pour down the flood 

That freshens all again. 

As these fair flowers exhale their scent 

In gladness at our feet. 
So from thyself let fragrance breathe, 

31 ore heavt nl}' and more sweet. 



204 



Tims life witliin our lifeless hearts 
Shall make its gla.l abode ; 

And we shall shine in Leauteous light, 
Filled with the light of God. 



IT 18 FTNT8TTED. 

Christ has done the mighty work ; 

Nothing left for us to do, 
But to enter on his toil, 

Enter on his triumph too. 

He has sowed the precious seed, 
Nothing left for us unsown ; 

Ours it is to reap the fields, 
Make the harvest-joy our own. 

His the pardon, ours the sin, — 
Great the sin, the pardon great ; 

His the good and ours the ill, 
His the love and oujs the hate. 

Ours the darkness and the gloom, 
His the shade-dispelling light ; 

Ours the cloud and his the sun, 
His the dayspriiig, ours the night. 



206 IT IS FINISHED. 

His tlie labour, ours the rest, 
His the death and ours the life ; 

Ours the fruits of victory. 
His the agony and strife. 



20' 



SOURCE OF ALL LOVE AND POWEK. 

Source of all love and power, 

The soul's true friend and home ; 

Who on the cross our foe subdued ; 

Speak thou the word, and let the good 
The evil overcome. 

Thou who didst hid the day 

Burst from the gloom of night, 
Speak, and the darkness shall depart 
From the deep midnight of this heart, 
And all within he light. 

Joy of tlie saints in light, 

Song of the heavens above, 
Be thou the joy of earth below, 
Be thou the song its dwellers know, 

Centre of bliss and love ! 



208 



TO THE COxMFORTER. 

Mighty Ooinforter, to thee 

In our feebleness we flee ; 
Oh, imveil thy gracious face, 
Spread out all thy wondrous grace. 

Streugthener of the poor and weak, 
To thy power for strength we seek ; 
Heavenly fulness, from above, 
Oh descend in blessed love. 

Patient Teacher of the blind, 
Opener of the sin-seal'd mind, 
Fix in us thy sure abode, 
And reveal the Christ of Grod, 

Guider of the erring feet 

In the waste or busy street, 

Lead us throMife's 13abel-crowds, 
Through its pathless solitudes. 



TO THE COMFORTER. 209 

True Enricher of the poor, 
Enter thou our lowly cloor ; 

Let thy liberal hand impart 

Heavenly riches to our heart. 

Looser of the bonds of sin, 

Oh make haste and enter in ; 

Break each link, till there remains 
Not one fragment of our chains. 

Loving Spirit, come, Oh come ! 
Find iu us thy endless home ; 

Find in this our world below 

A dwelling for thy glory now. 

Holy Light, upon us shine. 
With thy energy divine ; 

Heavenly Brightness, break thou forth, 

Over this benighted earth. 

With the eternal Father one. 

One with the eternal Son ; 

Eternal Spirit,- thee we praise, 
Now and through eternal days. 

o 



210 



THE LOVE OF GOD. 

LOVE tliat casts out fear, 
love that casts out sin, 

Tarry no more without, 

But come and dwell within. 

True sunlight of the soul, 

Surround me as I go ; 
So shall my way be safe, 

My feet no straying know. 

Great love of God, come in. 
Well-spring of heavenly peace j 

Thou Living Water, come, 
Spring up, and never cease. 

Love of the living God, 

Of Father and of Son, 
Love of the Holy Ghost, 

Fill thou each needy one. 



THE LOVE OF GOD. 



Praise to the Father give, 
The Spirit and the Son ; 

Praise for the mighty love 
Of the great Three-in-one. 



211 



212 



ABIDE WITH US. 

Luke xxiv. 29, 

*Tis evening now ! 
Saviour, wilt not thou 
Enter my home and heart, 
Nor ever hence depart, 
Even when the morning breaks, 
And earth again awakes. 
Thou wilt abide with me, 
And L with thee ! 

The world is old ! 

Its air grows auU and cold ; 

Upon its aged face 

The wrinkles come apace ; 

Its western sky is wan, 

Its youth and joy are gone. 

Master, be our light, 

When o'er us falls the night. 



ABIDE WITH r3. 213 

Evil Is roiuid ! 
Iniquities abouiMl ; 
Our cottage v.iil be lone, 
When the great Sun is goiie ; 
Saviour, come and bless, 
Come, share our loneliness, 
We need a comforter, 
Take up thy dwelling liere. 



214 



THE BRIDAL DAY. 

The BrideoTcom comesj 
Bride of tiie Lamb, awake ! 

The midnight cry is heard; 
Th}^ sleep forsake. 

The marriage-day 

Has come ; lift up thy head I 
Put on thy bridal robe, 

The feast is spread. 

Shake off earth's dust, 
And wash thy weary feet 

Arise, make haste, go forth, 
The Bridegroom greet. 

Sing the new song ! 

Thy triumph has begun ; 
Thy tears are wiped away, 

Thy night is done ! 



215 



THE OLD STORY. 

Come and hear the grand old story ^ 

Story of the ages past ; 
All earth's annals far surpassing ^ 
Story that shall ever last. 
liohlest, truest, 
Oldest, neivcst, 
Fairest, rarest, 
Saddest, gladdest, 

That this earth has ever knaivn, 

Christ, the Father's Son eternal, 
Once was born, a Son of man ; 

He, who never knew beginning, 
Here on earth a life began. 

Here in David's lowly city, 

Tenant of the manger-bed, 
Child of everlasting ages, 

Mary's infant, lays his head. 



2 1 B THE OT.D STORY. 

There lie lies, in niiglity weakness, 
David's Lord and David's Son ; 

Creature and Creator meeting, 

Heaven and earth conjoined in ona 

Here at Nazareth he dwelleth, 

3Iid the sin of sinful men ; 
Sorrowful, forlorn, and hated, 

And yet -hating none again. 

Here in Galilee lie Avanders, 

Through its teeming cities moves, 

Climhs its mountains, walks its waters, 
Blesses, comforts, saves, and loves. 

Words of truth and deeds of kindness. 

Miracles of grace and might, 
Scatter fragrance all around him. 

Shine with heaven's most gloiious light. 

In Gethsemane behold him 

In the agony of prayer ; 
Kneeling, pleading, groaning, bleeding, 

Soul and body prostrate there. 



THE OLD STORY. 21 

All alone he wrestles yonder, 
Close beside him stands the cup, 

iUtterest cup that man e'er tasted ; 
Yet for us he drinks it up. 

In the lioman hall behold him 
Stand at Pilate's judgment-seat. 

Mocked and beaten, crowned and wounded; 
Jew and Gentile join in nate. 

On to Golgotha he hastens ; 

Yonder stands his cross of woe ; 
From his hands, and feet, and forehead, 

See the precious life-blood flow. 

Sinless, he our sin is bearing. 

All our sorrows on him lie, \ 

And his stripes our wounds are healing, 
God, for man. consents to die. 

It is finished ! See his body 

Laid alone in Joseph's tomb ; 
'Tis for us he lieth yonder, 

Prince of Light cnwrapt in gloom. 



218 THE Ol.f 3T0RY. 

But in vain the grave lias bound him, 
Death has barr'd its gate in vain ; 

See, for us the Saviour rises, 
See, for us he bursts the chain. 

Hear we then the grand old story, 
True as God's all-faithful word, 

Best of tidings to the guilty, 
Of a dead and risen Lord. 

'Tis eternal life to know it. 

Light and love are shining there, 

While we look, and gaze, and listen, 
All its joy and peace we share. 

Hear we then the grand old stor}^, 
And in listening learn the love, 

Flowing through it to the guilty. 
From our pardoning God above. 

Glory be to God the Father, 
Glory be to God the Son, 

Glory be to God the Spirit, 
Great Jehovah, Three in One. 



219 



WISE WEEPING. 

Tears are not always fruitful ; their Lot drops 

Sometimes but scorch the cheek and dim the eye ; 

Despairing murmurs over blackened hopes, 
Not the meek spirit's calm and chastened cr3^ 

Oh, better not to weep than weep amiss ; 

For hard it is to learn to weep aright, — 
To weep wise tears, the tears that heal and bless, 

The tears which their own bitterness requite. 

Oh, better not to grieve than waste our woe, 

To fling away the spirit's finest gold. 
To lose, not gain, by sorrow ; to overflow 

The sacred channels which true sadness hold. 

To shed our tears as trees tlieir blossoms shed. 
Not all at random, but to make sure way 

For fruit in season, when the bloom lies dead 
On the chill earth, the victim of decay ; — 



'Sl'j WISE vTiiiEI'IXG. 

This is to use the grief that God lias sent, 
To read llie lesson, and to learn the love, 

To sound the depths of saddest chastisement, 
To pluck on earth the fruit of realms above 

Weep not too fondly, lest the cherished grief 
Should into vain, self-pitying weakness turn ; 

Weep not too long, but seek divine relief ; 

Weep not too fiercely, lest the fierceness burn. 

Husband your tears ; if lavished, they become 
Like waters that inundate and destroy ; 

For active, self-denying days leave room. 
So shall you sow in tears, and reap in joy. 

It is not tears but teaching we should seek ; 

The tears we need are genial as the shower; 
They mould the being while they stain the cheek 

Freshening the spirit into life and pov/er. 

]\rove on, and murmur not ; a warrior tliou ; 

Ls this a day for idle tears and sighs ? 
Buckle ihine armour, grasp thy swoid and bow, 

Fight the good fight of faith, and ^yin tlie prize. 



221 



ARISE, SHINE, FOR TLIY LIGHT IS COME. 

Jerusam::.\i ! 

Thy King- at length has com-e. 
Lift up thy voice in song ; 

No more he diinih. 
Happy Jerusalem ! 

Thy v.i(lo\vhooJ is done ; 
Thy mourning days are past, 

Thy joy hegun ! 

Zion, rejoice ! 

Thy glory now returns ; 
Thy Grod has come, no more 

His anger hums. 
City of cities thou ! 

What heauty shall be thine 
Joy of the blessed earth, 

Arise and shine 1 



222 ARISE, SHINE, FOR THY LIGHT IS COME. 

Peace, Salem, peace 

Be now within thy gates ; 
To thee earth crowds ; on thee 

Its grandeur waits. 
Thou holy Mount of God ! 

From thee once more ascends 
The incense-cloud, the song 

That never ends. 



AT LAST. 

At last ! 

The niglit is at an end, 
The dawn comes softly up, 
Clear as its own clear dew ; 
And weeping has gone out, 
To let in only songs 
And everlasting joy ; 
At last ! — Amen ! 

At last ! 

The Prince of Life has come, 
The Church is glorified, 
The sleepers have awoke, 
The living have been changed; 
Death has at last been slain, 
And the grave spoiled for ever 1 
At last ! — Amen ! 



AT LAST I 

At last! 

The curse is swept away, 
The serpent-trail effaced ; 
The desert smiles with green, 
And blossoms like the rose. 
'Tis more than Eden now, 
Earth has become as heaven I 
At last ! — Amen ! 

At last ! 

Satan is bonnd in chains ; 
The Church's ancient foe, 
Old enemy of Christ, 
Has fallen, with all his hosts; 
And Babylon the Grreat 
Has sunk to rise no more ! 
At last ! — Amen ! 

At last ! 

Israel sits down in peace ; 
Jerusalem awakes, 
Her King at length has come, 
Messiah reigns in power ; 
The heavens rejoice and sing, 
And earth once more is free ! 
A t last ! — Amen ! 



225 



^ CREDO, NON OPINOR. 

I ASK a perfect creed ! 

Ob, that to me were given, 
The teaching that leads none astray, 

The schohirship of heaven ! 

Sure wisdom and pure hight, 

AVith low] 3'', loving fear; 
The stedfast, evcr-Icoking eye, 

The ever-listening ear. 

Calm faith that grasps tlie word 

Of Him v\'ho cannot lie ; 
That hears alone the voice divine, 

Though crowds are standing by. 

Tbe one, whole truth I seek, 

In this sad age of strife ; 
The truth of Him who is the 7'rutb, 

And in whose truth is life. 

P 



226 CREDO, NON OriNOR. 

Truth which contains true rest ; 

Which is the grave of doubt ; 
Which ends uncertainty and gloom, 

And casts the faLsehood out. 

True One, give me truth ! 

And let it quench in me 
The thirst of this long-craving heart, 

And set my spirit free. 

Truth of God, destroy 

The cloud, the chain, the war; 

Dawn to this stormy midnight be, 
My bright and morning-star ! 



297 



MY SOUL, 'TIS DAY. 

Up now, my soul, 'tis day 1 

Lone night has fled away; 

How soft yon eastern Line, 
How fresh tliis morning dew I 

All things around are bright, 
Come steep thyself in light ; 

Darkness from earth has gone, 
Wilt thou be dark alone ? 

Peace rests on yon green hill, 

Joy sparkles in yon rill ; 

Join thoa earth's song of love, 
That pours from every grove. 

Be happy in thy God ; 

On him cast every load. 

To him bring every care, 
To him pour out thy prayer. 



228 rr, my soul^ 'tis day. 

To liira thy morning-praise, 

With joyful spirit raise, 

The God of morn and even, 
The light of earth and heaven, 

Eest in his holy love, 

Which daily from above. 

Like his own sunlight comes, 
Down on earth's m3'ricid homes. 

Put thou th}^ ]iand in his ! 

Ah, this is safely; this 

Is the soul's true relief. 
Freedom from care and grief. 

Be thou his happy child. 
Loved, blest, and reconciled ; 
Walk calmly on, each hour, 
Safe in his love and power. 

Work for him gladly here, 
Without a grudge or fear ; 

Tiiy lab~»ur shall be light, 
And all thy da^'s be bright! 



229 



LUCY. 

August 20. 1S58. 

All niglit we watched the ebbing life, 

As if its flight to sta}' ; 
Till, as the dawn was coming up, 

Our last hope pass'd away. 

She was the music of our home, 
A day that knew no night, 

The fragrance of our garden-bower, 
A thing all smiles and light. 

Above the couch we bent and prayed, 

In the half-lighted room ; 
As the bright hues of inlant-life 

Sank slowly into gloom. 

Each flutter of the pulse we marked, 

Each quiver of the eye ; 
To the dear lips our ear we laid, 

To catch the last low sigh. 



2S0 LUCY. 

We stroked the little sinking cheeks, 
I'he forehead pale and fair; 

We kissed the small, round, ruby mouthj 
For Lucy still was there. 

We fondly smooth'd the scattered curls 

Of her rich golden hair ; 
We held the gentle palm in ours, 

For Lucy still was there. 

At last the fluttering pulse stood still. 

The death-frost, through her clay 
Stole slowly ; and, as morn came up, 

Our sweet flower pass'd away. 

The form remained ; hut there was now 

No soul our love to share ; 
No warm responding lip to kiss; 

For Lucy was not there. 

Farewell, with weeping hearts we said, 
Child of our love and care ! 

And then we ceased to kiss those lips, 
For Lucy was not there. 



Lucv. 231 

But years are moving quickly past, 

And time will soon be o'er ; 
Death shall he swallowed up of life 

On the immortal shore. 

Then shall we clasp that hand once more, 

And smooth that golden hair ; 
Then shall we kiss those lips again, 

When Lucy shall be there. 



232 



ON THE THRESHOLD. 

Fm returning, not departing ; 

My steps are homeward bound. 
I quit tlie land of strangers 

'Sot a home on native ground. 

I am rising, and not setting; 

This is not night but day. 
Not in darkness, but in sunshine, 

Like a star, I fade away. 

All is well with me for ever 

1 d» not fear to go. 
My tide is but beginning 

Its bright eternal flow. 

I am leaving only shadows, 
For the true and fair and good. 

I must not, cannot, linger ; 
I would not, though I could. 



ox TDE TIIREMIOLD. 233 

This is not death's claik portal, 

Tis life's golden gate to me. 
Link after link is broken, 

And I at last am free. 

I am going to the angels, 

I am going to my Grod ; 
I know the hand that beckons, 

I see the holy road. 

Why grieve me with your weeping, 

Your tears are all in vain ; 
An hour's farewell, beloved. 

And we shall meet again. 

Jesus, thou wilt receive me. 

And welcome me above ; 
This sunshine, whicli now fills me. 

Is thine own smile of love. 



234 



THE MASTER'S TOUCH. 

In the still air the music lies unheard ; 

In the rough marble beauty hides unseen ; 
To wake the music and the beauty, needs 

The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen. 

Great Master, touch us with thy skilful hand, 
Let not the music that is in us die ; 

Gi-reat Sculptor, hew and polish us ; nor let. 
Hidden and lost, thy form within us lie. 

Spare not the stroke ; do with us as thou wilt ; 

Let there be nought unfinished, broken, marr'd . 
Complete thy purpose, that we may become 

Thy perfect image, our G-od and Lord. 



285 



SUNSET AND SUNRISE. 

TO MY YOUNGEST-BORN. 

This day of war and weariness 
Will soon witli me be done ; 

But thine, my cliild of love and joy. 
Is only now begun. 

Time's years of fever and unrest 

Are nearly run for me ; 
But Life, with all its ill and good. 

Is still in store for thee. 

My flowers have faded, and my fruit 
Is dropping from the tree ; 

The blossoms of the golden year 
Are opening all on thee. 



236 SUNSET AND SUNRISE. 

My harvest, with its gathered sheaves, 

Is almost over iiovr ; 
But thine is coming up, my child, 

When I am lying low. 

'Tis May, all ]May upon thy cheek, 
'Tis Autumn now on mine ; 

The chill of eve is on my hrow 
The dew of morn on thine. 

I've seen what thou art yet to see, 
And felt wliat thou must feel ; 

I know oacli winding of the wa}', 
Each rock, and stream, and hill. 

My eyes shall ere long weep their last, 
Their springs will soon run dry ; 

But all thy tears are yet to flow, 
Ere thou shalt rest on high. 

The farewells dying on my lips 
Are living still on thine ; 

"Tis sunrise on thy glowing peaks, 
'Tis sunset upon mine. 



SnxSET AND SUNRISE. 23' 

I leave the Lanqiict-Lal] of time 

As thou art coming in ; 
Take thou m}^ place, and be thy feast 

Sweeter than mine has heen. 

I quit the battle-field of life, 

I give my sword to thee ; 
It is thy father's father's sword, 

It leads to victory. 

I leave the warfare and the \vorlc, 

The watching and the way, 
For thee to finish, Vv'hen this head 

Eests on its couch cf clay. 

Go, then, fill up Avith useful deeds, 

Thy threescore years and ten. 
Till He, who bade thee rise and work, 

Bids thee lie down again. 

Then lay thee down and rest, as all 

Thy fathers have lain down ; 
Waiting the resurrection-joy, 

The glor}^ and tlio crown ! 



238 



SUMMER OF THE SILENT IIEABT. 

'TwAs Summer, and its youngest kiss 
Fell on the rose-red lip of June ; 

Veiled in delicious haze, the sun 

Made, for our vale, its tenderest noon. 

The gentlest of all gentle winds 
Stole o'er the silver of the stream ; 

*Twas Summer lapt in Autumn's sleep, 
The stiHness of Spring's stillest dream. 

Away, away, among the woods, 

Where winds are rambling, let me too 

Wander, and feed upon the summer air, 
Tasting the freshness of the undried dew. 

summer of the silent heart ! 

How rich the song your sunshine sings; 
luxury of tranquil thought, 

This dreamy hour of sunshine brings I 



SUMMER OF THE SILENT HEART. 239 

sunsliine of the laughing lip, 

Soften your colours for a day ; 
Take on this mild and mellow light, 

MiDgle the quiet with the gay. 

shadows of the pensive heart ! 

Glow into sunlight, as the love 
Comes down, in ever-gushing streams, 

From the great heart of God above. 

The shadow and the sunlight thus 

God tempers for us hero below ; 
Mixing for us the joy and fear, 

The safest cujd for man belo^* 



240 



USE ME! 

Make use of me, my Grod I 
■ Let me not oe forgot ; 
A broken vessel cast aside, 
One whom thou needest not* 

I am thy creature, Lord ; 

And made by hands divine ; 
And I am part, however mean, 

Of this great world of thine. 

Thou nsest all thy works. 

The V\-eakGst things tlust be ; 

Each has a service of its own 
For all things wait on thee. 

Thou usest the liigh stars, 
The tiny drops of dew. 

The giant peak and little hill ;- 
My God, Oh use me too 1 



USE ME ! 241 



Thou usest tree and flower, 
T]}e rivers vast and smali : 

The eagle great, the little bird 
That sings upon the vrall. 

Thou usest the wide sea, 
The little hidden lake ; 

The pine upon the Alpine cliif, 
The lilj in the brake. 

The huge rock in the vale, 
The sand-grain by the sea, 

The thunder of the rolling cloud, 
The nrurrau]- of the bee. 

All things do servo tliee liere, 
All crcaturos, g-eat and small ; 

Make use of mc. of me, my God, 
The meanest of them all 1 



242 



THE TWO PKOPIIETS. 

Wrap thyself up in night ; speak low, not loud ; 

Spi&acI shining mist along a solemn page ; 
Be like a voice, half-heard from hollow cloud, 

And thou shalt be the propliet of the age. 

Conceal thy thought in Avords ; or, better still, 
Conceal thy ^vant of thought ; and thou shalt be 

Poet and prophet, sage and oracle, 
A thing of wonder, worship, mystery. 

Coin some new mystic dialect and style, 
Pile up thy broken rainbows page on page ; 

"With dim dissolving views the eye beguile, 
And thou shalt be the poet of the age. 

Old bards and thinkers could their wisdom tell, 
In words of light which all might understand; 

They had great things to say, and said them well» 
To far-off' ages of their listening land. 



THE TWO PROPHETS. 243 

Siicli was old Milton, such was Bacon wise, 
Such all the greatly good and nobly true : 

High thou-ghts were theirs, kin to the boundless skies, 
But words translucent as the twilight dew. 

Be ever like earth's greatest, truest, soundest, 
Be like the prophets of the prophet-land ; 

Be like the Master, — simplest when profoundest ; 
Speak that thy fellow-men may understand. 

Old streams of earth, sing on in happ}^ choir ! 

Old sea, roll on your bright waves to the shore ; 
Tune, ancient wind, tune your still-cunning lyre, 

And sing the simple song you sung of yore ! 

Dear arch of heaven, pure veil of lucid blue, 
Star-loving hills, immoveable and calm. 

Fresh fields of earth, and undefiled dew, 

Chant, as in ages past, your glorious psalm ! 

I love the ringing of your child-like notes. 
The music of your v/arm transparent song ; 

And my heart throbs, as blythely o'er me floats 
Your endless echo, sweet and glad and 5^oung. 



244: THE TWO PROPHETS. 

Your old is ever new ; perpetual youth 
Sits on joui brow, a G-od-given heritage. 

Even thus, in her fair ever-green, old Truth 
Stands, without waste or weariness or age. 

"Unchanged in her clear speech and sin-ple song, 
Earth utters its old wisdom all around. 

Ours he, like hers, a voice distinct and strong, 
Speech as unmuffled, wisdom as. profound. 

All mystery is defect ; and cloudy words 

Are feebleness, not strength ; are lOss, not gain ; 

Men win no victories with spectre-swords ; 

The phantom barque ploughs the broad sea in vain. 

If thou hast aught to say, or small or great, 
Speak VvMtli a clear true voice ; all mysteries 

Are but man's poor attempts to imitate 
The hidden wisdom of the Only Wise. 

The day of Delphic oracles is past ; 

All mimic-wisdom is a broken reed, 
The gorgeous mountain-mist rolls up at last, 

Clouds quench no thirst, and flowers no hunger feed. 



Craiisliitiotis jiitit |mitalioiis, 



247 



SABBATH HYMN. 

Imitated from Epuraem (the Syrian). 

Glory to the glorious One, 
Good and great, our God alone, 
Who this day hath glorified, 
First and best of all beside, 
Making it for every clime. 
Of all times the sweetest time. 

From the beginning, day of days, 
Set apart for holy praise, 
When he bade the willing earth 
All its hidden stores bring forth. 
When lie gave the shining heaven, 
Then to man this day was given 



248 SABBATH HYMN. 

On this day the Son of Grod 
Left his three-days' dark abode ; 
In the greatness of his might, 
Plising to the upper light. 
On this day the Church puts on 
Glory, beauty, robe, and crown. 

On this day of days the Lord, 
Faithful to his ancient word, 
On his burning chariot borne, 
Shall in majesty return. 
King of kingS; he comes in might, 
From liis heavenly home of light. 

To his own Jerusalem, 
Old Judea's brightest gem, 
To tlie hill of Jehus, see, 
King ]\repsiah, cometh he ; 
"With his cross to bless and save, 
Witli iiis ("TOSS to spoil the grave. 

ihd shall speak, and earth shall hear 
Ivending rocks shall quake with fear, 
And the waking dead shall come 
From the silence of the tomb. 
Shaken heavens and shattered earth 
Then shall rise to second birth. 



RAF,r,.\Tir liVMx. 249 

To the Idn ^c^dora promised long, 
Witli his shinir.g angel throng, 
Eighteons vengeance to fulfil, 
Eecompence for good and ill, 
Adam's race from dust to call, 
Lo, He comsth. Judge of all ! 

Then the glory to his own ! 

Then the kingdom and the crown 1 

Then the sinner's hope shall close, 

Then begin his endless woes ; 

Then he ki.ocks, hut knocks in vain, — 

Who shall break his iron chain ? 

Earth is fleeing, ileeing fast, 
And its beauty fades at last ; 
beloved, then, awake, 
Bonds of carnal slumber break. 
Wake, beloved, watch and pray. 
While remains one hour of day ! 

Death, it ccmeth, — Oh beware ! 
Judgment cometh, — Oh prepare I 
Stedfast, stedfast let us stand, 
For the Judge is nigh at hand ; 
Stedfast let us rest each night, 
Stedf'.st wake at morning light. 



250 SABBATH HYMN. 

Glory, glory, glory be, 
Grracious God and Lord, to Thee 
To the Father and the Son, 
To the Spirit, Three in One 
Thus we now thy mercy praise. 
Thus through everlasting days. 



251 



OUR EVENING HYMN. 

Imitated from the Greek, which commences thus : — 

'Ev^aPiffTU 601 KvPii, 
See Daniel's Thesaurus Hymnologicus, vol. iii., p. 127-. 

The day is done ! 

I thank thee, Lord, alone. 

'Tis evening, and I cry, 

Saviour, he thou nigh. 

This night from sin me keep, 

Preserve me while I sleep. 

The day is gone ! 

I bless thee. Mighty One. 

'Tis evening, and I cry, 

Saviour, be thou nigh. 

This night from ill me keep, 

Preserve me while I sleep. 



252 OUR EVEXTNG IIYMK. 

Tlie day is gone ! 

I praise thee, Holy One. 

'Tis evening, and I cry, 

Saviour, be tJiou nigh. 

This night from ]Aots me keep, 
Preserve me while I sleep. 

Light to rhese eyes afford, 
Christ, my God and Lord ! 

Dispel my soul's death-gloom, 
Lest T should sleep in death ere day, 
Lest my great foe should boast and say, 

1 have him overcome ! 

Defend my soul, God ! 
For snares besot my road. 

Thou art my help alone. 
Deliver mc from sin and fear, 
Preserve me in my peril here, 

good and gracious One ! 



253 

B A T T L E - S M G A G A I X S T S A T A N. 

y 

Imitated trom Eimiraem (the Syrian). 

jEiiovAir, judge my cause, 

Avenge me of my foe, 
Fight against Satan and his host, 

Oh lay the strong one low ! 

I have cast off his yoke, 

Eenounced his cursed sway ; 

For this he doubly hates, and long© 
To seize me as his prey. 

To thee, and to thy cross. 
For help, Lord, I flee ; — 

He must prevail, if thou do not, 
Lord, deliver me ! 

For Ihou hast vanquished him 1 
Let him not conquer me ; 

Put him to shame, Lord ; 
Give me the victory. 



254 BATTLE-SOMG AGAINST SATAN. 

It is not strength that wins : 
My weakness is my shield ; 

In lowly trust we fight the fight, 
And meekness wins the field. 

G-ive me the lowly heart, 

Cast out each thought of pride ; 

Let gentleness and love come iu, 
And as my guests ahide. 

Thy will, not mine, be done ; 

I would not choose my own j 
But let me ever, ever be 

Thy servant, Lord, alone. 

Jesus, to thee I flee, 

Jesus, thy cross I clasp ; 

Save me from Satan's hellish power, 
Oh pluck me from his grasp. 

So shall I praise thee. Lord, 
And thy great name adore, 

With Father and with Spirit one, 
For ever, evermore. 



255 



THE DAY OF THE LORD. 

O oaith, enrth, earth, hear the word of the Lord." — Jer. xiii. 29, 
From tde Latin. 

Give ear, earth, give ear ! 

Depths of the mighty sea ! 
Give ear, man ! Give ear, 

All 'neath the sun that be I 

The clay of wrath draws near, 

The dreadful day of doom ; 
The sinner's bitter day, 

It maketh haste to come. 

Then shall these ancient skies 

Roll up and pass away ; 
The sun shall blush, and hide 

Its face in dread dismay. 



256 THE DAY OF THE LORD. 

Tlie moon shall change and flee; 

The noon grow dark as night j 
The stars' shall fall to earth 

In wild and sore affright. 

Alas ! alas ! alas ! 

To whom, in that great day, 
Shall the sad sinner flee, 

On whom for refuge stay ? 

Lost, lost, for ever lost ! 

Too late ! too late ! he cries | 
Lost, lost, for ever lost ! 

The second death he dies. 

Jesu, save and bless, 
Son of Grod on high : ' 

Then safe in Thee we live, 
And safe in Thee we die. 

Safe to the holy hills, 
Safe to the city blest ; 

Safe from the toil below. 
Thou leadest to thy rest. 



267 



DE MORTE. 

Imitation of the Latik 

In miJst of this our life 

Vie are begirt with death, — 
Our life is but a breath I 

To whom, then, si) all wo come, 
Save, Lord, alone to thee, 
In our mortality ? 

To whom save thee, Lord, 
Who, at our grievous sin, 
Justly hast angry been ? 

holy, holy Grod, 
holy Majest}', 
Jehovah, G-od most high. 



258 t>E MORTE. 

holy, holy God, 
holy God above, 
holy God of love, 

Saviour of the lost, 

From second death us save, 
And from the endless grave ! 



259 



THE i^FTER-SUPPER HYMN. 



This is the Greek Hymn called to d'TTodsi'Trvov, aqd corresponds 
with the Latin Corapletorium, or midnight hymn. See Daniel's 
Thesaurus Ilymnologicus, vol. iii. p. 48; also, S ulcer's Thesaurus 
Ecclesiastic us on the word d'TTcdsi'T'^ov. 



Attend, ye heavens ! 
Attend and I will speak. 

I will the Christ proclaim ! 
Of Him the virgin- born, 
Who sojourned here in flesh, 
I -will declare the name. 

Let us go forth ! 
Let us go forth wdth Christ, 
To Olivet's dear hill. 

In spirit with our Lord, 
And his apostles twelve, 
There pitch our tents we will ! 



260 THE AFTER-SUPPER HYMX. 

Think, my soul, 

And cast high thoughts away, 

What thy Lord spake while here, 
Two grinding at the mill, 
One taken and one left, 
And watch in fear ! 

Prepare thyself ! 
Make ready, my soul, 

For thy departing hour ! 

The Judge, the righteous Judge, 
The Judge of quick and dead 
Standeth before the door ! 



261 

HYMN OF NldHT. 

From the Latin. 

Night and darkness cover all 
Heaven and earth, with cloudy palL 
But the light comes in, and lo, 
All the sky is in a glow ! — 
Christ has come, the star of day, 
Night and darkness flee away I 

Cloven hy the piercing gleam 
Of the daystar's rising beam, 
Earth's long gloom is rent ; and lo, 
All creation is a-glow, 
With the colours hither borne, 
From tlio radiant lamp of morn ! 

Thee, Christ, alone we know 
Other suns arc none below. 
All the night to thee we cry. 
Hear our tears, our song, our sigh. 
Watch our senses through the night, 
Keep us till the morning light. 



262 HYMN OF NIGHT. 

Night's hues thickly round us lie, 
Blotting earth and sea and sky ; 
Star of morning, send thy light. 
Purge these deep-dyed stains of night, 
Shew thy face, and, with its ray, 
Shine these shadows into day ! 



263 



NIGHT HYMN BEFORE THE SABBATH. 

From the Latin. 

In the dark and silent niglit, 
Ere has broke the lonel}^ light, 
We arise, to thee to pay, 
Lord, the service of this day. 

Holy Comforter, to thee 
Our glad praises offer we ; 

With the eternal Father one, 

One with the eterjial Son. 

Pity this frail flesh of ours, 
Which, with all his subtle powers, 
The old tempter would assail ; — 
Let him not, Lord, prevaiL 



204 NIGHT HYMN BEFORE THE SABBATH. 

Lord, to tliee the flock pertains ; 

Let it not be held in chains ; 

Thou, Jesus, with tliy blood, 
Hast redeemed that flock to God. 

Loving, gracious Shepherd, keep 
"Watch o'er these thy wandering sheep ; 
Ering them to the fold above 
On the shoulders of thy love. 

Smite the hellish enemy, 
Bid the Prince of darkness flee ; 
Drive the robber-fiend away. 
From his jaws, Oh pluck the prey. 

Triumph now, Christ, our Lord ! 
Angel-choirs, with glad accord, 

Sound the praises of our King, 

Holy, holy, holy, sing. 

G-lory to the Father give ; 

Glory to the equal Son ; 
Glory to the Spirit give, 

"While eternal a.o-es run. 



265 

PENTECOSTAL HYMN. 

From the Latin. 

Come, heavenly Spirit, coDie ! 

Kind Father of the poor ; 
The Griver and the G-ift, 

Enter my lowly door ! 
Be guest within my heart, 
Nor ever hence deparfc. 

Tbcu, the Eternal Truth ! 

Into dark hearts steal in ; 
True Light, give light to souls 

Sunk in the night of sin ; 
True Strength, put forth thy power 
For lis in evil hour ! 

Ours is a world of wiles, 

Of beauteous vanities ; 
Come, and in us destroy 

Its fair impurities, 
Lest, by its tempting arts, 
From thee it steal our hef rts I 



26 G PENTECOSTAL HYMJ,-. 

Unveil thy glorious self 

To us, Holy One, 
That thou into our hearts 

May shine, thyself alone 1 
Saved from earth's vanities, 
To thee we long to rise. 

Eenew us, Holy One ! 

Oh purge us in thy fire ; 
Eefine us, heavenly flame, 

Consume each low desire ; 
Prepare us as a sacrifice, 
^Yell-|)leasing in thine eyes. 

Far from thee we have lived, 
Exiles from home and thee 

Oh bring us hack in love, 
End our captivity. 

Be thou the way we wend, 

Be thou that way's blest end ! 

Glory to the Father be, 
Grlory to the equal Son, 

Glory to the Spirit be, 

Glory to the Three in-One 

Spirit, 'tis thy breath divine 

Makes these hearts to burn ami shin^ 



26- 



HYMN TO CIIRiyT. 

Imitated from cxe of the Iambics of Gregory Nazianzene, 
beginning : 

UuXiv <r^cGi^\SiV 6 d^dxuv. 

Again the Tempter comes ! to thee I cling. 
The old Serpent comes ! I see his deadly sting ; — 
Hide me, Oh hide me, Christ, beneath thy sheltering 
wing ! 

Oh hold me-, hold me, Lord, do not betray 

Thine image ; cast me not, Christ, away. 

Lest, like the nestling bird, he seize me as his prey ! 

Ah, that great judgment-day ! And yet to go 
I long ; pursued each hour with woe on woe, 
I find no place of rest, no refuge here below ! 

Thoncall'st me hence ; — butOh, my faith is small; 
Christ, I am thy servant, thou my all ! — 
Keep me. Oh keep thine own, till the last trumpet call ! 



Pfinaries oi t\t €ui 



MOUNT HOR. 

Numbers xx. 23-29. 

They have left the camp, with its tents outspreading, 
Like a garden of lilies, on Edom's plain ; 

They are climbing the mountain, in silence treading 
A path which one shall not tread again. 

Two aged brothers the way are leading. 
There follows a youth in the solemn train. 

O'er a sister's bier th'ey have just been bending ; 

The desert prophetess sleeps hard by : 
With her toilsome sojourn nearly ending, 

With Jiul'-di's mountains before her eye, 
The echoes of Kadesh and Canaan blending. 

She has calmly turned her aside to die ! 

They come, not to gaze on the matchless glory, 
On grandeur the like of which earth has not ; 

A billowy ocean of mountains hoary, 
A chaos of cliffs round this awful spot ; 

A vision like that in some old-world story, 
Too terrible ever to be foro-ot. 



272 MOUNT HOR. 

The desert-rainbow that gleams before ye, 
But leaves your solitude doubly bleak ; 

The shadows of sunset fall ghastly o'er ye ; 
Cliff frowns upon cliff, and peak on peak. 

rocks of the desolate, lean and hoary, 

AYliat lip of roan can your grandeur speak ! 

Splinter'd and blasted and thunder-smitten. 
Not a smile above, nor a hope below ; 

Shiver'd and scorch'd and hunger-bitten, 
No earthly lightning has seam'd your brow ; 

On each stone the Avenger's pen has written, 
Horror and ruin, and death and woe. 

The king and the priest move on unspeaking, 
The desert-priest and the desert-king ; 

'Tis a grave, a mountain-grave they are seeking, 
Fit end of a great life- wandering ! 

And here, till the day of the glory-streaking, 
This desert-eagle must fold his wing. 

The fetters of age have but lightly bound him, 
This bold sharp steep he can bravely breast ; 

With his six-score wondrous years around him, 
He climbs like youth to the mountain's crest. 

The mortal moment at last has found him, 
Willing to tarry, yet glad to rest. 



MOUNT HOR. 273 

Is that a tear-drop his dim eye leaving, 
As he looks his last on yon desert-sun ? 

Fs that a sigh his faint bosom heaving, 
As he lays his ephod in silence down ? 

'Twas a passing mist, to his skj^^ still cleaving; — 
But the sky has brightened, — the cloud is gone ! 

In his shroud of rock they have gently wound him, 
'Tis a Bethel-pillow that love has given ; 

I see no gloom of the grave around him, 
The death- bed fetters have all been riven ; 

'Tis the angel of life, not of death, that has found him, 
And this is to him the gate of heaven. 

He has seen the tombs of old Mizraim's wonder. 
Where the haughty Pharaohs embalm'd recline; 

But no p3'ramid-tomb, with its costly grandeur. 
Can once be compared with this mountain-shrine ; 

Ko monarch of Memphis is swathed in splendour, 
High Priest of the desert, like this of thine ! 

Not with thy nation thy bones are lying, 
Nor Israel's hills shall thy burial see ; 

Yet with Edom's vultures around thee flying, 
Safe and unrifled thy dust shall be ; — 

Oh who would not covet so calm a dying. 
And who would not rest by the side of thee ? 

B 



Z i 4: 5T0UNT nOR. 

Not with thy fathers thy slumber tasting; 

From sister and brother thou seem'st to flee. 
Not in Shechem's phiin are thy ashes wasting, 

Not in Machpelah thy grave shall be ; 
In the land of the stranger thy dust is resting,-— 

Yet who would not sleep by the side of thee ? 

Alone and safe, in the happy keeping 

Of rocks and sands, till the glorious morn, 

They have laid thee down for thy lonely sleeping, 
Waysore and weary and labour-worn ; 

While faintly the sound of a nation's weeping 
From the vale beneath thee is upward borne'. 

As one familiar with gentle sorrow, 

With a dirge-like wailing the wind goes by ; 

And echo lovingly seems to borrow 

The plaintive note of the mourner's cry, 

Which comes to-day and is gone to-morrow, 

Leaving nought for thee but the stranger's sigh. 

Alone and safe, in the holy keeping, 

Of II im who lioldeth the grave's cold key, 

They have laid thee down for the blessed sleeping. 
The quiet rest wliich his dear ones see ; — 

And why o'er thee should we weep the weeping, 
For who would not rest by the side of thee ? 



MOUNT HOR. 275 

Three Hebrew cradles, the Nile-palms under, 
Tiocked three sweet babes upon Egypt's plain ; 

Three desert-graves must these dear ones sunder; 
Three sorrowful links of a broken chain ; 

Kadesh and Hor, and Nebo yonder, — 

Three way-marks now for the pilgrim-train. 

Are these my way-marks, those tombs of ages ? 

Are these my guides to the land of rest ? 
Are these grim rock-tombs the stony pages, 

Which shew how to follow the holy blest ? 
And bid me rise, 'bove each storm that rages, 

Like a weary dove to its olive neat ? 

Is death my way to the home undying ? 

Is the desert my path to the Eden-plain ? 
Are these lone links, that are round me lying, 

To be gathered, and all re-knit again ? 
And is there beyond this land of sighing 

A refuge for ever from death and pain ? 

On this rugged cliff, while the sun is dying 

Behind yon majestic mountsin-wall, 
I stand ; — not a cloudlet above me flying, — 

Not a foot is stirring, no voices call ; — ■- 
A traveller lonely, a stranger, trying 

To muse o'er this wondrous funeral. 



276 MOUNT HOR. 

In silence we stand, till the faint stars cover 
This grave of ages. Yes, thus would we 

Still look and linger, and gaze and hover 
About this cave where thy dust may be ! 

Great Priest of the desert, thy toil is over. 
And who would not rest by the side of thee? 

And night, tlie wan night is bending over 
The twilight couch of the dying day, 

With dewy eyes, like a weeping lover, 

That doats on the beauty that will not stay, 

And sighs that the mould so soon must cover 
Each golden smile of the well-loved clay. 

The night of ages bends softly o'er us ; 

Four thousand autumns have well nigh fled, 
Love watches still the old tomb before us 

Of sainted dust, in its mountain-bed ; 
Till the longed-for trump shall awake the chorus, 

From desert and field, of the blessed dead. 



277 



A DESERT MIDNIGHT. 

The dew is on ray tent to-night, 

Last night it was the rain ; 
And so I lay me down in hope 

Of a sunny morn again. 

The stars spread out above my head, 

Around me the grey sand ; 
The files are crackling keen and sharp 

Of our swarthy Arab band. 

And moving up the sky's clear arch, 
Across the mountain towers, 

The moon, unshaded and unveiled, 
Scatters her silver showers. 

Tlie palm-trees, with their stately crown; 

Stand sheathed in quivering gleams, 
Like fountain-jets that rise and fling 

Far round their arching streams. 



278 A DESERT MIDNIGHT. 

The bare rough peaks that notch the blue, 
And watcn the stars of night, 

Throw their wild shadows o'er our tents, 
And hide the welcome light. 

Ma.ntled in moonlight, how they rise, 
Their wild slopes deadly pale ! 

Like withered age wrapt thinly round 
With childhood's fairy veil. 

Far down the heavens the north-star gleams, 

Almost upon the rim 
Of yon far mountain-wails, that rise 

With outline faint and dim. 

desert-silence ! is there aught 

Upon this earth like thee ? 
desert-moonlioht ! is there aught 

So calm and fair and free V 

How sweet the notes of living song 

From this wild vale aiise ! 
How quickly do they seem to pierce 

These low, clear, silent skies ! 



A DESERT MIDNIGHT. 279 

With buoyant power each word ascends 

Unhindered in its flight ; 
How near the gates of heaven appear ! 

The way, how plain and bright ! 



280 

MARAH AND ELIM. 

ExoD. XV. 23-27. 

To-day 'tis Elim, with its palms and wells, 
And liappy shade for desert- weariness ; 

'Twas Marah yesterday, all rock and sand, 
Unshaded solitude and bitterness. 

Yet the same desert holds them both ; the same 
Soft breezes wander o'er the lonely ground ; 

The same low stretch of valley shelters both, 
And the same mountains compass them around. 

So is it here with us on earth ; and so 

I do remember it has ever been ; 
The bitter and the sweet, the grief and joy, 

Lie near together, but a day between. 

Sometimes God turns our bitter into sweet ; 

Sometimes he gives us pleasant water-springs ; 
Sometimes he shades us with his pillar-cloud, 

And sometimes to a blessed palm-shade brings. 



MARAn AND ELIM. 281 

What niatlers it ? The time ^vili not be long; — 

]\Iarali and Elim ^vill alike be pn^t; 
Our desert-'.veils and palms will soon be done ; 

We reach the city of our God at last. 

happy land ! beyond these lonely hills, 
Where gush in joy the everlastii.'g springs; 

holy Paradise ! above these heavens, 

Where we shall end o;ir desert- v/aiideriuga. 



:S2 



THE MOUNTAINS OF MOAB. 

Dark hills of Moab ! flinging down 
Your shadows on this gloomy vale ; 

Wild chasms ! through which the desert wind 
Eushes, in everlasting wail. 

Mountains of silence ! keeping watch 
Above this stagnant, sullen wave, 

Where sunshine seems to smile in vain 
O'er Sodom's melancholy grave. 

Day's youngest beauty and its last 

Bathes your broad foreheads, stern and bare; 
Yet all un softened is their frown ; 

No cheer, no love, no beauty there. 

I may not climb your awful slopes; 

Yet, standing on this hungry shore, 
By this poor reed-brake of the sand, 

I count your shadows o'er and o'er. 



THE MOUNTAINS OF MOAB. 283 

In this lone lake, your ancient roots 
Lie steeped in bitterness and death , 

Your summits rise all verdureless, 

Scorched by its hot and hellish breath. 

Ton sea ! its molten silver spreads, 

And steams into the burning air; 
Ton sunlight that across it plays, 

How sad, and yet how strangely fair. 

Haunt of old riot and lewd song, 

When Sodom spread its splendour here ; 

sea of wrath, how silent now ! 
The shroud of cities and their bier, 

valley of the shade of death ! 

sea, of ancient sin the tomb ! 
hills, sin's hoary monument, 

And t5^pe of the eternal doom! 

Well might the prophet's curse have come 
From peaks where horrors only dwell; 

And idol-altars smoke on cliffs 
That seem the very gates of hell ! 



284 THE MOUNTAINS OF :\IOAB. 

And yet ye gaze on Judah's vales, 
Ye hear the rush of Jordan's flood ! 

Ye looked on Zion's palace-hill, 
And saw the temple of our God I 



285 



THE DESERT JOURNEY. 

Safe. across the waters, 
Here in peace we stand. 

See the wrecks of Egypt 
Strewed along the sand. 

Safe across the waters, 

Foes for ever gone, 
Now we march in safety, 

God our guide alone. 

'Tis the silent desert, 

Sand and rock and waste ; 
But the chain is broken. 

And the peril past. 

Onward, then, right onward I 
This our watchword still ; 

Till we reach the glory 
Of the wondrous hill. 



286 THE DESERT JOURNEY. 

For the journey girded, 
Haste we on our way ; 

The pillar-cloud above us, 
Guide by night and day. 

Burning skies bend o'er us, 

Beneath the burning soil ; 
-Jehovah ever near us. 
In our thirst and toil. 

On through waste and blackness, 
O'er our desert road ; 

On till Sinai greets us. 
Mountain of our God. 

On past Edom's valley, 
Moab's mountain-wall, 

Jordan's sea-broad rushings. 
The pillar-cloud o'er all. 

Past the palm-shaded city, 
Kock and hill our road ; 

On till Salem greets us, 
City of our God ! 



287 



THE SONGS OF THE LAND. 

Giv^E praise to G-od ! 

Grey Lebanon, with all tliy snows and streams, 
Cedars and pines, and everlasting clouds ; 
Bright Hermon, with the dayspring on thy brow, 
And silver streamlets leaping round thy feet, — 

Shout forth thy ceaseless praise ! 

G-ive praise to G-od ! 

Bright G-alilee, with ever-smiling lake, 
And villages amid your silent hills, 
Nestling in quiet loveliness, girt round 
With spiky cactus or green-spreading olive, 

Send up your song of praise ! 

Give praise to God ! 

Eich Carmel, with your wooded slopes and vales, 

Looking afar upon the western main, 

The place of incense and of sacrifice. 

The haunt of prophets, and the mount of prayer, 

Lift up your voice in song' ! 



283 THE SONGF. OF THE LAND. . 

Give praise to God ! 

Calm Olivet, with Salem at thy feet, 
And Bethany upon thy sunny slope. 
And the old echoes of a tliousand psalms 
Floating around thee in the mellov/ sunset, 

Wake up your voice and sing ! 

Give praise to God ! 

Valleys and hills of sacred Palestine, 

Dear land of heavenly thought and glorious deed, 

The centre and the glory of all realms ; 

The earthly home of God's Incarnate Sou, — 

Praise ye the Lord our God I 



289 



JORDAN BY MOONLIGHT. 

Moonlight upon this sacred stream ! 
How softly glad its waters gleam, 
Like infant's smile or childhood's dream ;- 

Beautiful ! 

Moonlight upon the shaggy wood, 
That, age on age, has calmly stood, 
Fringing this river's holy flood ; — 

Beautiful! 

Moonlight upon these hills of gloom, 
Old Moah's watch-tower and his tomb, 
Each peak a monumental dome ; — 

Beautiful ! 

Moonlight upon the lone unrest 

Of yon dark sea's hlow-heaving breast. 

Unloved, untenanted, unblest; — 

Beautiful I 

T 



290 JORDAN BY MOONLIGHT. 

Moonliglit upon these yellow sands, 
Where yon wan ruin crumbling stands, 
The savage home of Arab bands ; — 

Beautiful I 

Moonlight on yon far western height, 
At whose green base, a gem of light, 
Jerusalem sits fair and bright ; — 

Beautiful I 

Moonlight upon yon nearer hill, 
Whence springs the prophet-healed rill. 
Fruitful and sweet, and pleasant still ; — 

Beautiful ! 

Moonlight in yonder matchless sky. 
In which, bright bending from on high, 
Star seems with star in light to vie ; — 

Beautiful ! 

Moonlight on Pisgah's watch-tower grand, 
Whence the loved prophet saw the land. 
Stretching afar from strand to strand ; — 

Beautiful! 



JORDAN BY MOONMOHT. 291 

Moonllglit on Nebo's peak and cave, 
Where, looking down on Jordan's wave, 
God for his prophet dug the grave ; — 

Beautiful I 

Moonlight upon my lonely tent, 
"Which, like some marble monument, 
Gleams to a spotless firmament ; — 

Beautiful ! 



292 



BETHEL DREAM-LAND. 

Calmly resting from thy toil 

On this h^nely spot ; 
Sleeping, dreaming, happy saint, 

Earth and time forgot ; 
On this rocky waste thou liest, — 

Thine the blessed lot I 
Soaring dreamer, on thee shine 
Eays of love and joy divine, — 
What a dream-land now is thine ! 

"Who would not sleep on such a bed, 
With stony pillow for his head, 
If they might dream with thee, 

Whose glad dreaming is no seeming, 
Nor Avhose sleeping ends in weeping, 
And whose waking is no breaking 
Of the bright reality. 



BETHEL DREAM-LAND, 293 

Nearer to thy God in sleep, 
Tasting fellowship more deep, 
Entering heaven in glorious dreams, 
Drinking there of living streams, 
Meeting angel-friends above, 
Greeting them in peace and love, 
Hearing songs unheard on earth, 
Songs of everlasting mirth ; 
Who that dream would seek to break, 
Who from such a sleep would wake ? 



294 



VILLAGE OF SILOAM. 

Poor village ! rich in name alone, 
Memorial of the Sent of God, 

The Fatlier's everlasting Son, 

Whose holy feet these slopes have trod. 

Above thee towers grey Olivet, 

Beneath dark Hinnom's vale I see, 

Before thee Salem's wall and gate, 
And at thy side Gethsemane. 

Siloam ! know the Sent of God, 

And learn the meaning of thy name ; 

Oh give the Sent One an abode, 

Know who He is and whence He came. 

So shall He come and bless thee now, 
So shall He end thy gloomy night ; 

So shall He make thy joy o'erflow, 
And fill thee with his glorious light. 



VILLAGE OF SILOAM. 295 

Eude village of the rock and tomb ! 

Daily before thy heedless eyes, 
Memorial of the siiiraer's doom, 

The ruins of old Zion rise. 

And daily, on Moriab's slope, 

In yon sad wall, each massive stone, 

Like tomb-words on the grave of hope, 
Tells of the glory past and gone. 

Across the vale, yon ruined pool 
Speaks of the eye-restoring might 

Of Him, whose mercy, ever full, 

Yearns still to bless thee with his light. 



298 



BETULElIExM. 

They speak to me of princely Tyre, 

That old Phoenician gem, 
Great Sidon's daughter of the north; 

But I will speak of Bethlehem. 

They speak of Eome and Babylon, — 
What can compare with them ? 

So let them praise their pride and pomp; 
But I will speak of Bethlehem, 

They praise the hundred-gated Thebes, 
Old Mizraim's diadem, ' 

The city of the sand-girt Nile, 
But I will speak of Bethlehem. 

They speak of Athens, star of Greece, 
Her hill of Mart^, her Academe ; 

Haunts of old wisdom and fair art. 
But I will speak of Bethlehem. 



EETHLEHEM. 297 

Dear city, where heaven met with earth. 

Whence sprang the rod from Jesse's stem. 
Where Jacob's star first shone ; — of thee 

ril speak, happy Bethlehem 1 



298 



SEEK THE THINGS ABOVE. 

Sigh not for palm and vine ; 
Nor for the sun-loved land which palm and vim^ Are 

shading ; 
Call not its verdure glorious and unfading, 

Nor its bright air delicious and divine I 

That chiller land of thine, 

Where spring the oak and pine, 

Without or palm or vine, 

Or glossy olive -grove, 

Is worthier of thy love. 

Sigh not for cloudless skies 
Nor for the magic vales o'er which these skies are 

bending ; 
Praise not the glowing orb which every hour is sending 
Its light- flood, never ebbing, never ending, 

On the fair Paradise 

That underneath it lies; 



SEEK THE TUIX S ABOVE. 



299 



PouriDg o'er earth and sea 
Its breathless brilliancy 
Filling the summer air 
With its untempered glare. 

Love thine own happier land ; 
The greenest land which earth's clear streams are 

washing, 
The freshest shore on which earth's sea is dashing. 
Covet no sunnier strand 
Gleaming with golden sand. 
If thou wilt still be sighing 
For fairer climes than this, 
For realms of richer bliss ; 
Sigh for the land of the undying, 
On which no blight nor curse is lying; 
Where all is holiness 
And everlasting peace ; 

Where God, upon His throne, 

Gives joy for aye ; 
The Lamb, the light and suu 
Sheds glorious day. 



300 



THE GAIN OF LOSS. 

Nay, give me back my blossoms, 
Said the palm-tree to the Nile ; 

But the stream passed on unheeding, 
With its old familiar smile. 

Give back my golden ringlets, 
Said the palm-tree to the Nile ; 

But the stream swept by in silence, 
AVith its dimple and its smile. 

With its dimple and its smile it passed, 
AVith its dimple and its smile, 

All heedless of the palm's low wail. 
That sunny, sunny Nile ! 

By Rodah's island-garden, 

With its ripple and its smile ; 

By Shubra's myrtle hedgerows, 
It swept, that glorious Nile 1 



THE GAIN OF LOSS. 301 

By Gizeh's great palm-forest 

It flashed its stately smile ; 
By Bulak's river-harbour, — 

That old majestic Nile ! 

By pyramid and palace, 

With its never-ending smile ; 
By tomb, and mosque, and mazar, 

It flowed, that mighty Nile ! 

Come, give me back my blossoms, 

Sighed the palm-tree to the Nile ; 
But the river flovved unheeJinu", 



With its soft and silver smile it flowed, 
With its soft and silver smile, 

All heedless of the palm-tree's sigh, 
That strange, long-wandering Nile ! 

It seemed to say, 'tis better far 
To leave your flowers to me ; 

I will bear their yellow beauty on 
To the wondering, wondering sea. 



302 THE r.AJK OF LOSS. 

'Tis better they should float 

Upon my dusky wave, 
Than find upon their native stem 

A useless home and grave. 

If your sweet flowers remain with you, 
Fruitless your boughs must be ; 

'Tis their departure brings the fruit ; 
Grive your bright flowers to me. 

Nay, ask not back your blossoms, 
To the palm-tree said the Nile ; 

Let me keep them, said the river, 
With its sweet and sanny smile. 

And the palm gave up its blossoms 
To its friend so wise and old. 

And saw them all, unsighing, 
Floa.t down the river's gold. 

The amber -tresses vanished. 

And the dear spring-fragrance fled ; 

But the welcome fruit in clusters 
Came richly up instead. * 



THE GAIN i)FT.OSS. 303 

Tis tlms we gain by losing, 

And win by failure here ; 
We doff the gleaming tinsel, 

The o'olden crown to wear. 

Our sickness is our healing, 

Our weakness is our might, 
Life is but death's fair offspring, 

And day the child of night. 

'Tis thus we rise by setting, 

Thro' darkness reach our day; 
Our own ways hourly losing. 

To find the eternal way. 

'Tis by defeat wc conquer, 

Grrow rich by growing poor ; 
Andj from our largest givings, 

We draw our fullest store. 

Then let the blossoms perish, 

And let the fragrance go ; 
All the surer and the larger 

Is the harvest we shall know. 



304 THE GAIN OF L0S3. 

All the sweeter and the louder 
Our song of harvest-home, 

When earth's ripe autumn smileih, 
And the reaping-day has com©. 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



Again the tempter comes, 

Ail niglit we watched the ebbing life, 

Amid the shadows and the fears, 

Angel-voices sweetly singing, 

Apostles of the risen Christ, go forth I 

Art thou a saint ? . . . 

Ascend, Beloved, to the joy, . 

At last! .... 

Attend, ye heavens ! . 

Bathed in nnfallen simlight, . 
Beckon us upward, ever-soaiing clouds, 
Begin the day with God! 
Be Siill, my soul, Johovah loveth thee, 
Beyond the hills vrlicre suns go down, 
Bits of gladness and of sorrow. 

Calmly resting fi-oni thy toil, 
Christ has done tlie mighty work, 
Come and hear the grand old story, . 
Come, for thy day, thy wasted day, is rlosini 
Come, heavenly Spirit, 
Come, mighty Spirit.. . 

Dark hills of Jloab, . 

Death worketl), 

Deep down benea.h tlie unresting surge, 

Descend, sinner, to t],o woe! 

Dropping down ilie troubled river. 

Earth's lamps are growing dim, • 



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306 



INDEX. 



Fear not. tlie foe, thou fiock of God, 
For lack of love I languish, . 
From this bleak hill of storms, 

Give ear, earth, give ear, 

Give praise to God, 

Glory to the Glorious One, 

Gold filleth none. 

Great truths are dearly bought. 

Hand and foot are weary, 

Have faitli in trutli, 

He is coming, 

He livcth long who livcth well ! 

Help, mighty God ! 

Here in thy royal presence, Lord, I stand, 

He who in Christ believeth, . 

Humanity hath sinned! 

I ask a perfect creed, . 

I came and saw, and lioped to conquer, 

If my bark be strong, , 

I go to life, and not to death, . 

I hear the words of love, 

I know thou art not far, 

I'm returning, not departing, 

In midst of this our life. 

In the dark and silent night, . 

In the still air the music lies unheard 

It is not time that flies, 

Jehavah, judge my cause, 
•Jerusalem ! . 
Jcsu, Saviour, Son of God, 
Jesus, Sun and Shield art thou, 
Jesus, the Christ of God, 
Jesus, thou needc-34 me, 



INDEX. 



307 



Jesus, thy lovi; alone, alone thy love, . 
Jesu, still the storm, . 

Life is the child's frail wreath. 
Lord, thou art mine, . 

Make use of me, my God, 

Mighty Comforter, 

Moonlight upon the sacred stream. 

My God, it is not fretfulness, . 

My watch upon this sea-swept cliff is done. 

Nay, give me back my olossoms. 

Night and darkness cover all, . 

No blood, no altar now. 

No joy is true, save that which hath no end, 

Not from Jerusalem alone, 

Not so quickly, fretted spirit, . 

Not what I am, Lord, but what thou art, 

Not what these hands have done, 

O ever-earnest sun, 

O everlasting light, 

{) Light of light, sliiue in, 

O love of God, how strong and true, . 

O love that casts out fear, 

On this bare ocean-islet, 

O strong to save and bless, 

O this souL, how dark and blind 

Poor village, rich in name alone. 
Praises to him who built the hills. 

Safe across the waters. 

Shew me the tears, the tears of tender love. 

Sigh not for palm and vine, . 

Silent, like men in solemn haste. 

Smooth every wave this heart within. 



308 



INDEX. 



Sometimes T catch sweet glimpses of his face, 

Sorrow weeps, . 

Source of all love and power, . 

Speak, lips of mine, 

Surely, if siicli a thing could be, 

Tears are not always fruitful, . 

The Bridegroom comes. 

The day is done, 

The dew is on my tent to-night. 

The last long note has sounded 

The stream was deeper than I thought. 

The tomb is empty ; wouldst thou have it full 

They have left the camp, 

They speak to me of princely Tyre, . 

This day of w^ar and weariness, 

This is no heaven. 

Thou must be true thyself, 

'Tis evening now, 

'Tis the Beloved from the glory calls, . 

To-day 'tis Elim W'ith its palms and wolli?, 

To have, each day, the thing I wish, . 

To know the Christ of God, . 

Trip along, briglit feet of May, 

True bread of life, in pitying mercy given 

'Twas summer, and its youngest kiss, 

Up, drowsy hopes and loves, . 
Up now, my soul, 'tis day, 

Why stand I lingering without, 
Why walk in darkness, 
Wrapt in a Christless shroud. 
Wrap thyself up in night. 



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The Giant-Killer, and Sequel to do., in one vol. 
Flora ; or, Self-Deceptiou. 
Tiie Needle and the Rat : Two Stories. 
Eddie Ellerslie, and The Mine. 
Precepts in Practice ; or, Stories Illust. Proverbs. 
Th'i Christian's Mirror. 
Idols in the Heart : a Tale. 
Pride and His Prisoners : a Tale. 
The Poacher. 
The Chiefs Daughter. 
The Shepherd of Bethlehem. 
The Lost Jewel. 
Stories on the Parables. 
ISTed Manton. 
War and Peace : a Tale of Caubul. 



j Anna ; or, Passages from the Life of a Daughter at Home. 

I Aunt Edith ; or, Love to God the Best ?>rotive. 

i Mabel Grant : a Highland Story. 

j Memoir of Captain W. T. Bate of the Boyal ]Sravy. 

St. Augustine. By the Bev, Jon:N Baillie. 

The Black Ship: with other Allegories and i'arables. 

Blind Liiias. With Introd. by Rev. C. B. Tayler. 
j Blind Plan's Holiday ; or, Short Tales for the Nursery. 



CARTERS JUVENILE BOOKS. 



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Blossoms of Cliiidhood. 

The liidian Tribes of Guiana. By Brett. 

Broad Shadows on Life's Pathway. 

The Brotlier and Sister; or, the Way of Peace. 

The Brother's Watchword. 

The Pilgrim'-^i Progress. By John Buxyan. 
i Chira Stanley ; or, A Summer among the Hills. 
j The Cottage and Its Visitor. 

I Day-Break; or, Light Struggling and Triumphant. 
j Days at Muirhead ; or, Little Olive's Holidays. 
j Days of Old : Three Stories from Old English Historv. 

Emily Vernon. By ]\Irs. Drummond. 

Children of the Manse. By Mrs. Duncan. 

Tales of the Scottish Peasantry, 

Edvvard Clifford; or, Memories of Childhood. 

Ellie Randolph ; or, The Good Part. 

Far Off; or, iVsia and Australia Described. 

Florence Egerton ; or, Sunshine and Shadow. 

Alice and Adolphus. By Mrs. Gatty. 

Aunt Judy's Talcs. " " 

i Parables from Nature. " " 

i May Dundas ; or, Passages from Voung Life. 

The Happy Home. By the Rev. J. Hamilton, D. "J. 

Memoir of Lady Colquhoun. By Dr. Hamilton'. 

Haste to the Rescue. By Mrs. Wioiitman. 

Life of General Plavelock. By Brock. 
I The Infant's Progress. By Mrs. Sherwood. 
I Jamie Gordon; or, The Orphan. 
j Jeanie Morrison; or. The Discipline of Life. 

The Earnest Christian; a Memoir of Mrs. Jukes. 
' Kate Kilborn; or. Sowing and Reai)ing. 

Kate and Effie; or, Prevarication. 

Kitty's Victory, and Other Stories. 

Life of Richard Knill of St. Petersburg. 



CAllTEliS JUVEMLE UOOKS. 



The Lighted Valley. — Memoir of Abby Bolton. 

Little Crowns and How to Wm Them. 

Little Lydietts. By the Author of " John IL^lifax." 

Louis and Frank. 

The Family at Ileatherdale. By ^[rs. Mackay. 

Margaret Warner ; or, The Young AVife at the Farm, 

The Convent. By Mrs. McCrindell. 

Mia and Charlie ; or, A Holiday at Rydale Rectory. 

School-Days and Companions. 

Near Home ; or, The Countries of Europe Described. 

Best Things. By the Rev. Richard Newton, D.D. 

King's Highway. By Rev. Dr. Newtox. 

The World of Waters. By Mrs. Osborne. 

Passing Clouds ; or. Love Conquering Evil. 

Tales 01 The Covenanters. By Pollok. 

Round the Fire : a Series of Stories. 

Ruth and Her Friends : a Story for Girls. 

Sydney Grey : a Tale of School Life. 

Olive Leaves. By Mrs. Sigourney. 

Letters to my Pupils. " 

Water-Drops. " 

Holiday House : a Series of Tales. By Sinclair. 

Roughing It with Alick Baillie. By Stew'art. 

Tales of English History. 

Tales of Sweden and the Norsemen. 

Tales of Travellers. By Maria Hack, 

The Contrilnitions of Q. Q. By Jane Taylor. 

The Torn Bible. 

Tony Starr's Legacy; or. Faith in a Cvivcnant God. 

Abbeokuta ; or. Sunrise in the Tropics. By Tucker. 

The Rainbow in the North. " " 

Southern Crr ss and Southern Crown. " " 

Warfare and \A''ork 

The Wa^ Home. 



CARTERS JUVENILE DOOKS. 

The Week. By autl). of " Commandm't with Promise.' 

Vfillie and Unica. 

Life of William Wilberforce. 

Win and Wear. A Story for Boys. 

Woodcutter of Lebanon and Exiles of Lucerna, 

SECOND SERIES.— 50 Cents each. 



Africa's Mountain Valley. 

Ashton Cottage ; or, The True Faith. A Talc. 

Life Studies. By Rev. John Baillie. 

Bertie Lee; or, A Father's Prayers Answered. 

Brook Farm ; or, American Country Life. 
[ Charles Ptoussell ; or, Industry and Honesty. 

The Children on the Plains. By Auat Friendly. 

The Commandment with Promise : a Story. 

Cosmo's Visit to His Grandfather. 

The Cottage Fireside. By the Kev. Dr. Duncan. 

First and Last Journey ; the Story of Pdioda Williams. 

Frank Ncthcrton; or. The Talisman. 

Fritz Harold ; or, The Temptation. 

The Jewish Twins. By Aunt Friendly. 

Johnson's Rasselas. 

Magdala and Bethany. By the Pcv. S. C. ]\Lvlan. 

Marion's Sundays; or. Stories on the Commandments. 
j IMichacl Kemp, the Happy Farmer's Lad. 
I The ]\Iine ; or. Darkness and Light. By A. L. O. E. 
I Giants and How to Fight Them. By Newton. 
I Opie's Talcs about Lying. 
I Annals of the Poor. By Legh Richmond. 
I The Boy's Book. By Mrs. Sigourney. 
i Tke GiiTs Book. 

I Original Poems. By Jane Taylor. 
I Life of Captain Hcdlcy Vicars, 97th Regi ncnt. 



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Beautiful Home. By the Author of "Jlinis. Chihlren " 

The Black Clitf. By A. L. O. E. 

The Broken Chain " 

The Farmer's Daughter. By Mrs. Cameron. 

The Cities of Refuge. By Macduff. 

Fanny, the Flower Girl; or, Honesty Rewarded. 

Frank Harrison. 

The Circle of Blessing. By Mrs. Gattv. 

Motes in the Sunbeam. " 

Proverbs Illustrated. " 

"Worlds iSTot Realized. " 

The Giant-Killer. By A. L. O. E. 

The Great Journey : an Allegory. By Macduff. 

Harry Dangcrfield. By A. L. 6. E. "^ 

Anna Ross : a Story for Children. By Grace Kennedy. 

Profession Is ISTot Principle. " 

Philij) Colville : a Covenanter Story. " 

Father Clement : a Roman Catholic Stor\-. " 

Little Willie. By the xiuthor of " Round the Fire." 

The Gold Thread. By Norman 3Iacleod, D.D. 

Morning. A Book for Mothers and Children. 

Mother's Last Words and other Ballads. 

My Neighbour's Shoes, or Feeling for Others. 

My School-Boy Days 

My Youthful Companions. 

Old Friends with New Faces. By A. L. O. E. 
! Old ]\Iargic'3 Flower Stall. 
I Parliament in the Play-Room. By A. L O. E. 
j The Rambles of a Rat. By A. L. O. E. 

A Ray of Light to Brighten Cottage Homes. 
! The Roby Family. By A. L. O. E. 
I Charlie Seymour; or, The Good Aunt and the Bad Aunt, i 
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Siories on the Lord's Prayer. 

Stories of the Ocean. By the Rev. John Spaulding. 

Three Months Under the Snow. 

Tuppy ; or, The Autobiography of a Donkey. 

Disphiy : a Tale. By Jane Tayloii. 

Uncle .Jack the Fault-Killer. 



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Angus Tarlton. A.L.O.E. The Persecuted Family. 

Loss of the Australia. Ralph Genimell. 

01o;y, Glory, Glory. The Toll Gate. 

Child's Book of Divinity. Trust in God. 

Collier's Tale. Truth Is Always Best. 

Cottage b}' the Stream. Tlie Story of a Needle. 

Day-Break in Britain. The Two Patlis. 

Decision. Grace Kenxedy. True Heroism. By A.L.O.E. 

Jessy Allan, " Unica. 

Little Walter of Wyal using. Walter Binning. 

Old Gingerbread. Wee Davie. By r>rACLEOD. 

The Pastor's Family. Wings and Stings. 

Helen of the Glen. 



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Kitto's Daily Bible Illustrations. 8 vols. ]2mo, $10 on j 

The Book and Its Story. 12mo 1 25 ! 

The ^Missing Link. 13mo 00 j 

liyle's E.\-positi»ry Thoughts on the Go.spcl.^, 4 vols 5 00 | 

James' Young Woman's Friend 00 ' 

James' Young iVIan's Friend 00 ; 






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